"Mrs. Crump?"
The man frowning at Madge through the screen door had stolen a letter from the mailbox earlier in the week, so he knew the surname.
"Yes," Madge replied.
"I'm Harold Bates from the
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We were tangled.
No matter what anyone said,
We
Were
Tangled.
It was not two people "intertwined."
Intertwined implies an easy separation,
a string one can pull to unravel it all.
There was no string to pull as far as I could see.
What else was there to do?
I cut right down the middle of us
so that we would each lose a piece of ourselves,
but rather, my cut left you intact
and I lost some of myself to you.
No matter what anyone said,
We
Were
Tangled.
It was not two people "intertwined."
Intertwined implies an easy separation,
a string one can pull to unravel it all.
There was no string to pull as far as I could see.
What else was there to do?
I cut right down the middle of us
so that we would each lose a piece of ourselves,
but rather, my cut left you intact
and I lost some of myself to you.