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?
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?