No, I don’t mean
you as in you
I mean you as in
the ambiguous you
like you in a past life
and you who carries waves
and counts the blades of grass you’ve
stepped on and you like the polls say
like kids nowadays I mean
you like handprints on the
bus window made from you like
if you drive too fast you’re
gonna crash but not you as in you
I mean you as in the empty house
we filled with a garden and I mean
every inch like
the sink and the bathtub
rows of lilacs between the floorboards
chrysanthemums in the fridge
and the only place left
was the place where
we stood as kids
I wish it was you
but of course
I just mean you
The Ambiguous You
Ian Valor