Poem to Lil
Seeing me on the sidelines
She stepped out of the parade
Placed herself in front of me
Looked me in the eyes,
Her mouth, a sneer
Said, what happened to you --
You used to care about making a difference
More activist than archivist
More marcher than watcher
It was me -
I thought, I can't be in two places at once but
There I was staring me down
As if her parade was the only one with a band.
I don't march in other people's parades, I said.
I start my own.
Not lately, Lil snapped back.
Who do you think you are, criticizing me? I said.
Well get with a program. Lil said, Any program.
I lost my footing and fell into her.
Even when the ground is shifting, she said, you still have to stand on it.
I told Lil to cool her jets, to chill.
You're creating a dualism, I said.
Reject the binary.
Easy for you to say, Lil said back.
Who do you want to be? Now. That. You. Have. A. Chance.
You've got a point, I said.
The Venn Diagram of me and me should be one huge overlapping circle.
Go back to your parade, I said to Lil.
I'll catch up. Soon.
My Bifurcated Life
Inspired by mivasairski's dream about running into an angry version of himself and having a fight.