... ..state of dis union ....February 12, 2006   It's been months since I've seen the Siamese twins who, despite sharing one body, insist on renting a duplex.  I remember one evening in particular, when we lay across a bare mattress in post-coital reverie, two bodies, three cigarettes.  It was then that I learned the girls liked to think of our trysts as a ménage a trois.  I think they knew, down deep in their heart, that they were living a lie.  But I couldn't bring myself to argue the point.  Instead, we smoked and listened to the sounds of passing ships and respiration.  The last time I saw them, we had dinner and I confessed my inability to feel loneliness.  When only one of the twins said she felt the same way, a gloomy silence descended over the table and we couldn't finish our pu pu platter. previous..|..current..|..archives..|..1st quarter index..|..next

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