By Peyton Bortner
I never believed in an “other half,”
as it rendered someone incomplete
without the presence of another.
But then I read Aristophanes’ myth
of conjoined lovers sundered by Gods,
of the search for what you lost.
I noticed a freckle on your right cheek
matching a freckle on my left cheek,
and now I know where I came from.
Contributor Bio
Peyton Bortner is a graduating English and Literary Studies major. She loves writing, drawing, gaming, and animals. You may know her as the president of Sigma Tau Delta, the Arts & Entertainment Editor for the Ramapo News, and someone who has a whole spectrum of pets. She hopes to become a high school English teacher and publish her novels.