siamese twins


I am covered in my own sweat and
Emperor Claudius is there sometimes but
mostly it’s Queen Jane, with a fork in her mouth
singing her own song. A grandfather clock that gives off
a smell like 9/11
it probably ticked the second the first plane hit
they’ve had it since before the child was born
but it doesn’t tick anymore.
Queen Jane sings her own song as close as she can
(she doesn’t remember all the words)
and every dog in the city starts barking.

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