by Amy Bells

We are a deeply entwined vine
Growing ever more far apart,
But still attached at the roots.
He has rooted himself in myself,
And has become a part of me.
I dissected worms in high school,
But I don't feel qualified
To dissect our conjointment.
He has asked me to hand him the scalpel,
And I have become too accustomed
To his requests to decline.
We stare at each other,
Both of us too timid to cut the ties,
And go to bed side by side
With scalpels in hand.



Amy Bells lives in California, USA and is a regular contributor of verse to the online website Hello Poetry.  A more detailed biography will be found in our Contributors Section.  We are grateful to Amy for her permission to reproduce her poem here.