The Perfect Fit

M. Fennell



This peg

has peculiar dimensions

So peculiar

that no hole accepts it


At first, I rejected my own peg

Then I rejected the holes

Finally I learned to contort


I learned which sides I could sacrifice

and which I refuse to alter

I became pseudo-shapes

a kind-of sort-of fit


And then I met you

We share the same peculiar dimensions

The fit is so easy

it’s almost unnatural

and yet natural


Both of us are amazed

Did you come from a parallel universe?


But do I really know you?

I do

Your soul is mine, and mine yours

We are identical souls reunited again


The odds of us finding each other

are like finding a distant star without a telescope

That we are united

is nothing short of a miracle


(Dedicated to Krisi Cleveland)