The Twin Poem by Jennifer K. Sweeney

To be doubled
as in greater than
I + I
zygote pair
self swimming the pool of self

or is it halved
as a cleaved grapefruit?

In school, you write him
as your brother,
this lost other
who drank sap with you
in the early dark.

Little Gemini: friend.

Who knows what we are made of?
She of he, I of you
viscous gloss confluence
see-through bodies at the rim of time.

To have felt death before sun or word
slippage of the heart-strum,
unbraiding boy.

When the cord was tied
like a slipknot on your belly,
you were both then

dark messenger gold bread.

You had been with him and made each other
you already knew witness leave give
and yet, sister—
you came like a searchlight.