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Poetry


Let Me Be Your Twin III
Kyle Hemmings

 

We can swap wives and compare outcomes. They say staying married improves longevity. Did
they study cases of interchangeable twos? We'll be the New Honeymooners, me-Norton, you-
Ralph. Your wife who was my wife will grow tired of M.A.S.H. reruns and throw the TV set out
the window. My wife who was yours will ask since when did I start eating saltines after sex.
There isn't enough water to hold my new marriage. Eventually, the wives will confront us. Show
me your left pinky, your real wife will say. I never promised you an identical rose garden, I'll say
to mine. They'll walk away, deceitful twins. You whisper in my ear that you have an idea.

 

 

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