e and e
for Edward Elstin Cummings
If I tell them who I am, well,
they will start calling me Ed Jr.
I have found it much more beneficial to not be me
I am not me, just an e and an e.
I lost Nancy
that way
being the fighter
I am
not
the fool who hides behind
the silliness.
My face is now a softened stone
I am ashes
but not
no
Not alone.
But how can ashes sleep
beside her
beside.
beside.
besides
If I tell them who I am, well,
they all know me as Ed Jr.
or I could be
simultaneously
perpetually me,
just an
e and
an e.
Tickle your toes. . .
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