I first learned of this fact from dental x-rays when I was a kid.

“Did you two know you have extra rows of teeth above your permanent teeth,” he asked. “See?”

“That explains a lot,” I said. “I’m not crazy. And neither am I. My not-so-imaginary friend is literally in my head.”

“I’m telling your mom that you’re weird.”

“She knows.”

“Open wide…”

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I Nearly Became One Me

In the beginning

Stronger out-ate weaker

What could have been

Identical twins

Merge to half whole

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Doctor asked if I knew

What x-rays know

Purpose served?

Or for threats late in life?

I asked to doc’s raised eyebrows

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Was I meant to be twins?

Gnashing one against other?

Artist writing engineer verses?

Who will win who did who is?

Who said that?

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Sharp-suited bohemian

Comfortable with artist scenes

Ignore my quirky logic

Tie tied backwards socks mis-matching

Squared in the round hole liking the role

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An accidental?

Or what I should be? A have-been?

Intentional designed shape-formed made this way?

Answers come

When this question mark becomes one period 

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I’m still chewing

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