We are the same, she and I
Two broken bottles after the barfight;
We shatter skulls.
Though side by side,
companionable on the counter,
grind us together and edges only shriek-
Always a half-step apart.
We are so different, she and I
Silk all the way through or on the surface,
a shining veneer.
Though of two worlds,
the coarse and the supple,
we cleave into something extraordinary-
An interval of harmony.
