Scribbles

“You have an awareness of your self; others take notice of it” – a fortune cookie

The boundary between the self
and others cannot be defined
or separated like the beef and broccoli
from the Chinese place on the corner.
They are both soaked in soy sauce,
covered with ubiquitous grains
of rice, diffused in stomach acid
and finally restored
to the earth.

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