I am me
said the little boy to the girl eating cookies on the edge of the playground
taking an environmentally conscious bite she replied
I am me too
checking to see if he had brought a glass of milk
yesterday he had mash and bacon in his back pocket
thankfully he had eaten the egg
no, I am me and you are you said the little boy
noticing the little girl was running out of cookies
trying to find a tangent that connected the separate conversations
the little girl asked can we both be me? There is one more cookie.
there was a point when pirates lived on land thought the little boy
how could they not with wooden legs, blackened eyes, and shiny steal swords carried on their sides
also cookies get soggy out at sea
but metaphysical statements seemed more firm adrift
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