The Twin

My Twin I have a twin brother who was never born to a great life He waits till I sleep, ten appears watching a re-run of “House on the prairie” makes him dewy-eyed, cries at dawn, I have to blow my nose to get rid of his tears What expect of a man who is forever thirty-five and and didn’t have to struggle for a living. Lately, he has taken to talk, my wife gets angry, wakes me, like, it should be my fault, says I’m cynical that I have lost faith in humanity; I tell him when I die, he will die too. He scoffs and says, “I can’t die because he never lived I will rest among stars while you decompose in a grave.”