Two

By Dylan Kull 

Engaged in embryonic battle, there were two.

Two beating hearts, two minds, two souls destined to

Be tethered by conjunctions, him and me too.

Cut from the belly of the birth giver, he emerged, and I did too.

And it was so that he’d be one and I’d be two.

Unconscious comparison coupled with a finite pool of affection, I know that no one means to.

Does the left shoe mean more than the right to

The runner? Does the left shoe wonder the same thing too?

What makes the second kidney matter, which one is one and which is two?

What does two mean to the ones? This I ask and he does too.