by mandaceehb

we are separate squares on opposing

faces of a rubix cube

spinning about untried axes with no inkling beyond this world


maybe one day if we were placed in the right hands, the right circumstance

we would be united as the notions of the known universe dictate-

that elusive possibility of bound souls


but dropped into my clumsy hands

every turn and every strategy and every chance will only slip through fingers like powdered sand


i will not be the one to reconcile our disconnected fates

instead we will seek the promising tiles we pass

that opportunity ascribes to compatibility

and remain