I'm posting this for Purple Girl, who commented on "resale therapy" yesterday. I wrote this poem about my own "weird twin," Mark, but I wonder if others of you have friends like this.
In another life, maybe,
we could not bear separation.
We made a pact.
This part is true: We were born
on the same morning, in the same hospital,
two white roses laid on the altar.
Before we forgot our past,
did we look across the nursery