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You are Jeff
Richard Siken


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There are two twins on motorbikes but one is farther up the road, beyond the hairpin turn, or just before it, depending on which twin you are in love with at the time. Do not choose sides yet. It is still to your advantage to remain impartial. Both motorbikes are shiny red and both boys have perfect teeth, dark hair, soft hands. The one in the front will want to take you apart, and slowly. His deft and stubby fingers searching every shank and lock for weaknesses. You could love this boy with all your heart. The other brother only wants to stitch you back together. The sun shines down. It is a beautiful day. Consider the hairpin turn. Do not choose sides yet.


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There are two twins on motorbikes but one is farther up the road. Let’s call them Jeff. And because the first Jeff is in the front we’ll consider him the older, and therefore responsible for lending money and the occasional punch in the shoulder. World-wise, world-weary, and not his mother’s favorite, this Jeff will always win when it all comes down to fisticuffs. Unfortunately for him, it doesn’t always all come down to fisticuffs. Jeff is thinking about his brother down the winding road behind him. He is thinking that only if he could cut him open and peel him back and crawl inside this second skin, then he could relive that last mile again: reborn, wild-eyed, free.

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one by Joan Brossa

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Pastoral

None, because the ones he didn't kill
flew away.

A shepherd fired into a tree
full of birds and killed some of them.
How many were left?

There still are flowers
and clumps of trees,
and a fountain to help
the trees and flowers grow.

~ Joan Brossa (trans. David H. Rosenthal)