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.

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