Tuesday, August 7, 2007
For Famtz, who unnervingly feels like my soul mate. I am amazed at how we always blurted out the same things at the same time, despite the fact that we had just met. And even after he got to know me better, the theory became all the more real... because he could read my mind, my thoughts, my emotions, just from one-liners in text messages. Maybe soul mates do exist, maybe not. Maybe there are past lives, and we are reincarnations of lovers who were meant to find each other. Maybe not. But really, who cares, because as of this life, this time, this soul writes for him.
At the mental seams
you and I were conceived,
(stitched from the rags
of empty arms)
souls joined at the hips,
grinding against each other’s need
to be. Above the bed lay
its parallel line (contract, horizon,
point of rest) where slept
the discovery that you and I
have met somewhere before
in this illusion of a future woven
into our past-entangled arms.
