Fraternal Twins: Unexpected

 

 

 

 

 

 

This week I bore fraternal twins.  
They bear the same last name:
Unexpected.

The first one’s name is P, followed by o-e-m;  
A blue bawler, he thrives in isolation,
translucent flesh pierced by silver needles,
a fluid heart sparked by lightening,
tingles on his concave chest
from his frequent resuscitation.
He rarely leaves the nursery.

The other twin is apple-cheeked
and has been living elsewhere; a runaway,
he hitchhiked happily to a home
where he would be welcome. His charge?
To bring change. His name?
Serendipity. I did not notice when he
slipped away, only his return.

 

Prompted by Poetry Asides May 20 prompt and an unexpected email.