You're Mine, You

By Valyntina Grenier

One person isn’t from many solitudes
She gives valediction
She gives from instinct infinitesimal selves out of the household
She keeps pained expressions out of the household
She disregards infinitesimal selves

Unceasingly she isn’t public 
unending under unending another 
not subconsciously
She isn’t alike parallel to some center
She isn’t unalike from some surface equality

She unberths haters w/ difficulty
She wakes apart/ untethered/ boundless
She forgets waking apart then she begins
She makes w/ infinitesimal selves

She isn’t stable tethered
She isn’t wild apart
She is possessionless 
She, yes, longer