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If I had a long lost twin

a poem

If I had a long lost twin

Who somehow avoided becoming an afternoon snack in the womb
Who was born
To end my evil reign

Who works in a fancy gallery hanging all the paintings slightly askew
Who eats broccoli
And asks for extra

Who is taller than me by the mere width of an eyebrow
Who talks on the phone
Every time they pee

My twin carries mace
My twin carries a sword
My twin comments on my stories
And highlights the worst parts

One day I’ll see them
Through the window
Or across the street
And I’ll wonder
If I misplaced myself
Left my face behind
Misfaced myself
On some other body
I’ll clutch my keys
Between my fingers
But who can gouge out
Their own eyes?

(My twin can.)

If I had a long lost twin

Who’s reading right now through blue-tinted glasses
Who writes slightly better
But prefers to snack

Who makes lots of money through questionable schemes
Who wants to quit smoking
But murders instead

Who fills in MadLibs with all the same words
Who isn’t afraid
And wears hats

My twin has a knife
My twin has a guillotine pin
My twin is a sentimentalist
When it comes to skin care

One day I’ll be them
Sometime this winter
I’ll put on their clothes
Throw the rest away
And I won’t have to wonder
Who I am anymore

If I had a long last twin

Thanks for reading! Sarah is a freelancer who exists on twitter and instagram and redbubble.

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