It's just me seeing me when I look at we in the mirror, so no we, only me, but there's still two of who me is or who I am and we are joined at the point of reflection.

I chisel away a fractal a day,
thinking it will keep the Doctor away
but those Billy goats in white coats
takes notes and everything I say is
recorded.

Going Mad?

I don't believe I am
or ever having been,
the main reason being
I couldn't afford the fare.

Friday
soon,
She tells me to
go to sleep,
so
no supper then.