You are you and me are me

His uncertain self sits in his back pocket
wrapped in its questions like Schrödinger’s matchbox,
which he slides open, refolds its flimsy drawer
into an origami tiger, not noticing its contents, lighter
than nothing, which uncoil themselves and separate into forever,
everything and draw themselves across the surface of you.

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