"Split(s)" by Davi Sapiro-Gheiler (he/they)

You could say it’s two,

I would say it’s more than that

Two places yes, but the spaces are endless

Two exist for my tongue

Two exist for my queerness,

Two exist for my family

I feel like I exist in Twos,

a Duality,

nothing more than opposition

nothing less

If existing is the same as living, or

if living is something more

If I have to exist in One to live,

erase halves until I am left without the Twos,

a Singularity

But erasure is destruction,

a self-harm beyond my scars

Remove my tongue

Remove my tattoo

Remove my heart

What is left when there is no Duality

Left of me, but

left of my spaces, the ones I created

If they are removed, remove themselves,

become a part of Singularity

What becomes of the cold, the rain, the heat, the snow

the love, the tears, the breath, the blood, the ashes

Choose only half

Close my eyes and pick

Maybe close only one eye?