I’ve been taught to expect divide.
Keep your hands on your own side.
Birth cut me from my mother
but it started earlier:
before I even had a heart
they put me in a place apart
without a light, without a light.
No wonder if my heart’s not right.
I’ve got a feel for separateness.
We both decided it was best,
considering how quietly
you became you, I became me
until we didn’t know each other,
to civilly unswear together
what we’d sworn, and meant, for good.
Life parted us before death could.
The universal law is Split—
I tried to make the most of it;
Gave all my work away for free
and found I’d sold my dignity;
Severed all relationships
and wound up straddling the hips
of loneliness, the gentlejohn
who spends the night with everyone.