After they’d cut this almost-twin from my brother’s back
A pitiful pouch of teeth, hair nails
He’d carried under his skin for 30 years
I dreamt of this Golem,
This partial jumbled sibling homed in a cyst
No lowers or cute blue cards marked its arrival
It was sluiced down a hospital drain like a pail of piss
The outcome was this…
One brother face down healing
The other, tossed aside like a turnip peeling
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