eleven ways of looking at us (with a nod to Wallace Stevens) 1. gemels: a pair of bark-sheathed trees fused time-grafted— all of our prior twistings shivers in the wind cannot change the fact 2. I don’t know you are she you don’t know I am he therefore how to even speak 3. now dear give us a kiss I mean lean in accept a steadfast near occupation 4. spun round since birth pin-the-tail vertigo no impediment to you finding your jack me my jenny 5. our tongues scrape linen incapable of escape we are inescapable 6. bonnie-and-clyde on the gallows had the bullets not flown 7. why two hoods for a semblance of distance when one would suffice 8. knowing you are just like me or knowing that knowing will ever be unknown 9. a pair of circles that osculate our inevitable geometry is how I prefer to understand it 10. we are not the why they are out in the gallery vibrating to the presence of our absence 11. two hoods are infinitely better
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Beautiful
Each stanza could be islands in themselves to explore