I think

I know I am

I see

An apple falls

I take the apple

with my hand and fingers

I peel it with this knife

It, is not me

I bite it, with my teeth

(a part of me)

I chew

I swallow

My cells assimilate it

 

The apple is now a part of me

The apple is me

Will you eat me too?

 

http://dversepoets.com/2012/12/08/poetics-acting-poetry-and-the-first-person-narrative/

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