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.”
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I Nearly Became One Me
In the beginning
Stronger out-ate weaker
What could have been
Merge to half whole
Doctor asked if I knew
What x-rays know
Or for threats late in life?
I asked to doc’s raised eyebrows
Was I meant to be twins?
Gnashing one against other?
Artist writing engineer verses?
Who will win who did who is?
Who said that?
Comfortable with artist scenes
Ignore my quirky logic
Tie tied backwards socks mis-matching
Squared in the round hole liking the role
Or what I should be? A have-been?
Intentional designed shape-formed made this way?
When this question mark becomes one period
I’m still chewing
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