The Twin Brother Glitch

Symmetry intimidates! World is dusted with the belief that arriving with your parallel is a ‘leisure package.’ One plus one equates twins. Killing sameness! Let me interpolate. Being a twin is a twistful of wistfuls. Fall in love with the same woman! Splintering steep incline of misery! You suck barmpot, my twin for throwing a challenge to your bifold, your blood brother. Kicked in the guts! Can’t even wish you upon a snake pit! Love infinite for you, for her. But Cupid’s ribbons and bows never find set rules.

We’d grown up on those hour glass measuring sermons in churches. Full of unchipped beauty! Two glass bulbs blowing our minds out with their uniformity of proportions. ‘Only that’ we realized, the sand timers work on one principle. The granular trickling down of sand releases content in one, emptying the other.

My twin brother! Lift the curtains to your ears. Twin gene is a language. It speaks in hunches, hugs and ‘Hi Fives!’ It stops a fight in its tracks, knowing the bond all through the curling comfort of a mother’s womb. Without each other our world is as blank as a desert full of rude snakes.