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.”
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