Twins
if i could watch the sun rise pavement
on your rested pores
if i could meditate on these words instead
of brilliance coming while sitting on a toilet
if i could make sense out of finger waves
and a myriad of choices in the movie aisle
i would dump this life smelling of my
mother's bad, coffee in the morning breath
i would settle in the lush white of
missouri winter's dappling skin in the morning
i would quiet the guilt of spending my life
separating from my reflection's responsibility
(because i know what's good for me)
i'd watch heaven instead
i'd drink less
because i made up a lie
if i could find solace
i would dunk my white lies in horseradish
if i could watch you undress
because of me, on repeat
then i wouldn't wait for the grass to get greener
to grow, to feed the birds in the winter
i'd sit maiming my hair
in born satisfaction to break open
a small, new leaf in this mid-location
of dreams, never fulfilled for normalcy
if my feet touched the ground and my skin
wasn't still contracting hives from this new paper
i'd brush my hair with winter grass instead
(all awful, this trembles me to the bone
as the last of us receive our awards to flood out into a new world
gasping like infants, we pray we receive enough to
even favor someone with a minute of advice)
i would quiet the guilt.
i'd separate from my reflection's responsibility
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