Oskar Hansen

My Twin Brother - Poem by Oskar Hansen

It was a curious case on how the mind can play tricks
on the innocent and preoccupied. I was working when
my twin brother came in, stood in front of my desk,
said he was thirsty and I hadn´t heard him coming in.
Told him I had cold milk in the fridge and apple juice
but no wine; he could also set the kettle over and
brew a nice cup of tea. And into the kitchen he went.
I was writing a story about Argentina, the pampas
and horses, not about pompous generals, although it
must be said they wore splendid uniforms.
It was getting dark I had forgotten about the flying
of the time, walked into the kitchen since my twin
had brought me any tea; the kitchen was empty and
gloomy, and I remembered I never had a twin brother.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 1, 2013

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