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The custom is to sit

next to another when you enter

a dining hall or theater

alone, to fill each empty seat

as close to another as you can.

It is only a custom.

Sometimes a woman

enters a room,

a man enters a room, takes

a lone, far-off place

and thinks I am keeping my self

to myself. The burden becomes space

stretched between them.

Each person who enters

thereafter must choose:

am I of that kind or this?

whose custom should prevail?

And some of us who enter after

have doubt and seek a space

to claim, or we seek a place

to dispose of all that came before.

Some of us find we are not

of a kind; we self-displace.

We find no room within rooms.  

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