This this

This this is me not mine,
not mine to keep or even borrow
for this this is you not yours either,
not yours to lend or swallow.
All this is this 
in every way that matters
as body belongs to earth
but keeps getting bothered
like a grandmother sitting
on a toilet, sighing.

I used to think this was easier
to find because you stayed put
for ninety-six years.
I got confused.
This this doesn’t leave
and is my brother now
sitting on a toilet
thinking he is alone.

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I’ve been busy. Details soon.