In the world of either-or,
Singlehood's not spared.
It was given an option
Between being a sharp knife
And a letter-opener.
My third-space fascination wanted both.
I got to cut open old memories,
And the knife kept at bay prospective ones.
But I haven't learned to see in the dark -
I end up cutting open myself
Along with old memories,
And threaten prospective ones
With the blunt letter opener.
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