I was born a twin of only one. The
lost one roams my days by night, a
nigh- owl who perches in a tree close
enough to hear but too close to see.
His pillow lies unmolested by restless
hair or tears to share with his anxious
twin. He fills my need to be touched
much as he did when we shared
a room in the womb. I
long to see him, to
be him, to roam
the skies in
disguise
as a
twin.
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