Vanishing Twin Syndrome
Turns out one in ten of us suffer: rootless tooth,
clot of hair, undeveloped elbow, unmistakable hinge.
In utero, two mirrors breathe - convex, concave - early term
ultrasounds map our disappearance in grainy holographic gloss.
One in ten of us begin as twins but absorb our sibling
entirely (a small voice claims the inner ear its cathedral),
an unknowing fraction even suspend evidence a second body
once belonged. Best science not alert us to what we might
carry, best what we carry not define what we’ve lost - one
in ten suddenly half-missing, clutched hand still in the womb,
bare feet kicking sky beneath a serpent of stars.
Here, the part of you still floating. Here, what blessing
born within us, infinite reflection, echo of doubt.
Read the poem online here
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