You're a fool to think
we'll take this lying down
dolefully spewing heartfelt last words
as you take a pair of red scissors
and snip our seams apart

If you cut us into two,
we will sew ourselves back up
with a silver needle
of honesty
and threads of
inside jokes and memories
after all,
we are cut from the
same cloth

If you draw a yellow line
with bright caution tape
between our worlds
we will cover ourselves
in sunshine and dandelions
so that we can be
whole again

If you make us wear masks
that cover our smiles
and muffle our laughter
we will become emojis and memes
that crack each other up
until we are a giggling eggy mess
clutching our yolks
sprawled out on the floor

If you make us stand 6 feet apart
we will transform our cells
into pixels
becoming laptop screens
so we can be
together again

So you're a fool to think
we'll take this lying down
with a bowed head and silent acceptance
as you take a pair of red scissors
and try to snip our seams
apart