We were flower girls in weddings
My identical twin and I were a novelty.
In kindergarten our classmates carried us around.
Until we began to demand it.
We have the same hair, face, body, skin, nose, and hands.
I bet if you looked at our palms, they would be identical.
We have the same braying excited joyful witch-like laugh.
We have no political or religious ideas that resemble each other
But we do love each other
My sister sent me a photo of us as flower girls at our aunt’s wedding.
It was a reminder of the good old days when no one could control me.
They let me stand by the men for only one reason.
They were the fastest runners.
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