My Separateness

I was born with it.

I slept with it.

We remain twins.

We think the same.

We talk alike. 

Both fit into the same frame.

Ring around identity.

We have in common our lack of shadows.

Cannot imagine such pale sleeves.

We laugh into the mirror.

What's so funny no one asks.

I braid my hair. 

What I see braids just the same.

I stare.

You know the rest.