Inside brother’s stomach
I am curled up twice over.

Intertwined intestines,
knees knock elbows.
My fingernails have grown long and textured
like twigs.

Between his ribs and spleen
I rest my head, and when I blink
he says he feels butterflies.

Inside brother’s stomach
I close my eyes and hold on
from the inside.

An ache you’ve ignored:

Twin, my other,
I have always loved you.

(2008)