Another Student Writes...

Spliced Wires

Wife: Do you see yourself in me? Do you see you’ve woven yourself into me, broken off parts of me and slotted in parts of you?

Do you see me in you? The parts you’ve broke off of me traveled over to you. Don’t you see? You begin to resemble me. I begin to resemble you.

We’re spliced wires that pop and sizzle and threaten to burn, but together, popping and sizzling, we could start a fire that will burn and burn and never stop and keep us and everyone around us alive for a thousand million years.
Joshua D. Keller