one

I've become a party of one

thinking in dollar bills
and soliloquies.

I am a she
not a we
or a him

Mitosis of the mind.
Too many times I've let it divide
to struggle as a pair
in a duet
against me

I've been out of context
just a floating word
on a page

I know how deep the depth
and the measurements required.

Just a sliver for a second helping?
Left-overs
picking
and nitpicking

grooming
trim off dire needs.
raw emotions
touch me touch me

fondle my heart
push harder
pull out
give and take

place me on hold
cut it out
and paste it back with your words

We are ransom notes
tangled together
bound and gagged

We are counseled
in movies
on planes

they tell us
where our exits are

but the duals
the twos in us
are still searching

back to I
back to me
I'll walk home on my own, thank you
to celebrate myself
to my own beat
and my own happy ending