i let him in
he is a stranger
i gave him a smoke
he gave me a hammer
he lit a match
i swung it hard
now i have cancer
and a broken arm

the top of his head
the roof of the world
spread like virus
and plastic unfurled
peeled like a caul
from my dead twin’s face;
no beasts roam here
in this desolate place

we went for a walk
i followed me home
we took out the garbage
then took out my bones
and stacked them high
in the corner with glee;
together we made
a skeleton tree.

he brought me a mirror
to prove I’m not dead
the mirror just showed me
the back of my head
i gave him paint thinner
we drank it with dinner
then laughed and laughed
and died in our bed