I remember the story of a woman in
pain. A CAT scan was done. The isle harboring teeth
found floating under her ribs belonged to her twin.
The teeth grew, were benign tumors, became devils
on one shoulder and angels on the other. She
had heard of such happenings; she was a nurse and
knew how a weaker body will recede toward
another and set up house. I remember the
story of myself. My mother called me daughter,
the survivor, while strangers in the grocery isles
said, what a beautiful son you have. I could not be
both, but when I had pain a CAT scan was done and
all tests came back negative, a healthy woman at
thirty-five, no teeth staring from the roadside, each
heartbeat, each thumbprint its own constellation.
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