The brothers’ related (in-person!) banter…
John: Hank, would you like a short poem for today?
Hank: I, it doesn’t matter.
John: ‘Cause you’re gonna get one. This is a very short poem, to make up for the longest short poem I read a couple weeks ago. This is called You Fit Into Me by Margaret Atwood. Are you familiar with this poem?
Hank: No.
John: Oh it’s a good one, are you ready?
(Reads poem)
Hank: That was a short poem.
John: Very short.
Hank: I like Margaret Atwood. That’s my kinda poem.
John: Yeah well, Margaret Atwood’s your kinda, your kinda writer for sure. She’s great and I, I’ve always liked that poem because there’s so much “You complete me” and “You fit into me” and “We complement each other” poetry out there that she sets your expectations up pretty carefully and you’re just picturing this, you know, this needle and this thread and then, and then you’re not.
Hank: Yep.
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You fit into me
Like a hook into an eye
A fish hook
An open eye