Two-in-One
What is real?
What is reality?
Could it be the mini mouse me
On a tread
Or the cruelty
That made my mickey mouse head?
Two bubbles, their arcs tangent
To my full-circled story
Sticking like electrons
To one neutrino me
Two oranges kissing an apple red
Then sipping its juice to drain its color
Bouncing left and right
To knead my mind anew
Molding clay into volcanoes
Pouring lava down my spine, I cry
Rocks leveling my soft storey
Two peas fighting the odd pod
Round and round they prod
Trips to Jerusalem— mine
Day by day they go
The chairs that sit beside me
Silently wonder
“What is their deal?”
If I go on speaking about them
Though no one dares to ask
Would they then be real?
© 2024 Jireh Grace Pihoc