I and you I you with I
Myself, yourself, himself, herself, it
More fictional than morality
Human status?
Identity formed but only known by itself
We


Empty bottle filled with air
If that’s how that works,
Sits at an angle
Lid on
Label on
Not ready for the dogs


Get ready for the punch line
Unexpected but reasonable
Just as much as us
Anticipating a surprise


Scalene and proportional
The axis shifting made it clear
A graph never drawn
Or even really contemplated
Interruptions from a neutral perspective
Away from an intersecting subconscious


No tragedies experienced
On behalf of others
The narcissist eavesdrops
Just to fail the next attempt


Moving in preparation
For the collision, then entry
The joy of falling
The fear of landing
On your stomach