“in my world,
two halves do not necessarily belong together.
they are complete
without ever holding hands.
when i think about my mother
i never picture her next to my father.
in my mind
they are worlds apart.
planets.
the only time they meet
is in the orbit of my reflection
and even here, they do not hold hands.
they exist as separate members,
planets.
my skin is the gravity
keeping them from colliding.
| planets.”