More on Twins, with poetic license…


In the womb
my daughter swam free,
did dolphin flips
and dives

once, like a folktale frog,
she sucked up
all the water
for herself,
sent us rushing
to the high tech hospital
for a closer look.
magically, the waters
reappeared. brother
would be allowed
to remain
in his small corner,
cramped and still.

in exchange
for this indignity,
he received the honor
of being Baby A, firstborn,
golden child, plumper
with more hair, lording
his two minutes
over her.

before she can swim
she dreams of swimming,
she’ll never
have enough
of everything
she needs.


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