I cut the air between us
with a blade of grass
plucked from the earth
by my fingers
I don’t know why I did it
maybe to behold the idea of
how thin our differences truly are
I ripped the blade of grass in two
and it was no longer able to cut the air
for it was blunt
its sharpness a memory now
and the space between you and I
will be as thick as our skulls
all over again
as we stand further than where we first began-
when all there was was nature-
with something more,
between us
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