The word on oneword.com today was separate. This is what sprang to my fingers and got lost in my mind. Two parts. One egg. Yolk from white. crack. slip. strange. A molten gold beginning. Two hands, apart. Two minds. Supposedly one. But I am not. Can you be two when you are called one? Separate. No together. No. Two. But I am not. We venture forth, assumed as we. you are loved. By I. But I is not. you. we. not I but. There is only. the enormity of the love of a flea, and the crystal bell of a ring of silence.

Update on life: at work, now an online copywriter. Happy. It's raining outside.