the multiverse’s me

and here’s a glass to autonomy, the sly, fickle thing /

interconnected between probabilities and stars and separate yet one and the same /

two faces to a dime and the unknown distinction between the sides /

a million different universes, a million more alternatives /

in all these parallel worlds,

this is the version where you chose me. / it’s a shame /

(what’s in a name?) /

that they don’t consider us an anomaly /

in another life /

my dominant hand is the left, rather than this world’s right /

(but what does it matter? left or right? /

as long as every other version of me has the chance

to hold you tight) /

and in the universes on the other side of the mirror /

where the clock ticks backwards / or they fill oceans with crystal tears /

endless interconnected threads / do you think we meet in those, too? /

the ripple effect on the silk strands of the multiverse’s cobweb /

i’d like to believe in our odds in all those alternates /. /

because a rose by any other universe

smells just as sweet /

the infinite different realities, i know

it’s not possible that in every one, we meet /

but i say in confidence, and because i just know, in all these parallel worlds, /

(and our love sometimes feels like deja vu) /

that every universe’s version of me

loves every universe’s version of you. /