Fragmented Thoughts on Ferrante’s “My Brilliant Friend”

You absorb

my soft-boiled will

into the cavity 

of your impetuous chest

I embed

myself between 

your heart 

and your gallbladder.

I delude myself 

that I wear 

your very skin and think

your every thought

I am birthed of you

only different, traits

passed from 

you 

to me

as if from 

flowering, fertile

mother to 

greedy, myopic embryo.

I am you

only more

the large world outside us

and beyond

still never sufficient

beyond what

you chose 

to nourish me.