At the start of this experiment
I worry that we will grow tired of each other
in such close quarters.
All shared spaces with multiple uses,
a clever design but with no eye to privacy.
As one week turns into three and then
a month and more and
there is no bickering or petty arguments
about who left the cap off the toothpaste
or on which side of the sink the soap belongs
I realize how ridiculous my fears are
because how can I get sick of my other half?
Best friends since childhood, attached at the hip,
even through long absences, twins born
years apart to different mothers
–there must be some mistake.
But there was no mistake and people come into our lives
when we need them most.
In him I have my brother, my twin,
and we are at home in the world.