After we broke into two shapes
And I shaped the wet back of the Metropolis’s lost figure,
Some dolphins swam in the belly of the ocean
Just where you left a pair of shoes one afternoon
And kissed the beast of the sea.
Traveling water allowed me time to reconsider
After we became two shapes
We become two people
Two is better than one
More mobile, I realized, and I far more capable of living in France
When the other sleeps in Prague.
Poetry