You are you and
I am me and
The house and
The kids and
The food and
The state of the car and
The laundry and
Only one whole universe.
I feel it, sometimes
Orbiting and pulsing near my
Ears,
Encircling my
Intestines,
Tickling my
Left pinky toe in that way that
Bites and burns inside my shoe.
I guess everything really is my fault
When I am a universe and
You are you.