Playmates
So I know
We’re less like two interlocking puzzle pieces
And more like a lego and a lincoln log hot-glued together
But still
I’d like to think that when He (or whoever, really) takes out His toy collection each day
He’s less like the kid that keeps his beanie babies categorized by year and color
And more like the kid in the corner of the nursery that makes Godzilla and Ken kiss
Just to see what happens in his head