I’m telling. You could hardly tell us apart. We looked identical. Hey twin. Picked last like the worst fruit we stood in back the tallest split to different teams. I’m falling apart. Old shale buckling above a volcanic cellar. Sharecropper miner of sedimentary slag. Slate chattering down my side. I’m a late bloomer obsidian finally glassing my station. Bonafide. Hedge… Read more →