I'm not really a poet, but it being another mutual birthday, I couldn't let it pass...
On being a twin.
What’s it like then?
Being a twin?
It’s like seeing your face,
but in a different place.
Like someone dressing in
the contours of your skin.
Like sharing shape and thought,
and every single fault.
It’s all I’ve ever known.
Ask me another one.
copyright c Virginia Moffatt 2009
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