On Being A Twin

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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