My twin is no green-eyed monster,
rather he cuts through a crowd like Mr.Grant
and leaves me lurching in the aftermath,
tie askew; ginandtonic now mostlywater;
cocktail napkin ripping slowly from the
condensation, and me with eyes going
blinkblinkblink.

He has colossal strength,
carrying grudges like Atlas,
boxing up Hope like Pandora.

He can fight off sleep for days
and carries me along to exotic locales:
Waffle House at 3:30 in the morning.
Is she there? Was that her voice
in the background?

I know that voice better than my own.

"tell her her boyfriend called"
I can choke into the phone
but it's my other half laughing with the boys in the background

Consequences are meaningless.
He's got me here to clean up the mess.
He has given me some tape and glue.

High quality stuff
that does not do its job.