Place Card

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Symbols constructed and deconstructed

Form a cellular notion of how

I fit into the texture

Of other people’s lives.

Discordant elements fill the canvas

Like slowly moving paramecia that think

It’s safe to penetrate the amoeba

That welcomes the intrusion.

Was I digested by someone like that?

Was I the residue of detritus so

Unfathomable I failed to see it coming?

Perhaps, but it begs the question —

How do people’s folds overlap?

How do the interstitial spaces inside

Us find ways of exploding and

Sending particles onto others?

Happenstance? Fate?

Or am I a speck of dust

Floating in the atmosphere

Adhering to anyone

Who is breathing in

At the very moment

I am breathing out?