Like two feathers that have fallen
here by chance. We sit side by side
drained, motionless, eyes barely open
as if we had just spiraled down from
the sky in a locked embrace.
Minutes ago, across the hall, neighbors
shrieked at each other and slammed doors.
On this side of the wall, the fight was
subdued. Two hearts wrestled. Their
arteries and veins constantly tangled
and it was impossible to know
who’s blood was on the floor because
even in this lowest of moments,
we both would claim it to be our own.