On Pain Pills
My identical twin sister is on drugs for pain
Because she has a broken C-2, which is a broken neck.
Watching her on drugs is like seeing myself on drugs.
She is talking sixty thousand miles a minute.
Telling every secret her husband asked her to not tell.
Making friends with people on the street in droves.
Letting everyone know that she loves them.
She drags the homeless to her house.
Blathering all the way
Amusing them with her “me me” stories
Her drug dance is familiar to me.
I have been there.
We respond the same way to pain pills.
I am way ahead of her though.
I have more homeless living with me than she does.
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