Two Poems by Louise Robertson

Twins

They ask, of the two of us,
 who will die first or
 whether I would like to die
 before she does. We do everything
 five minutes apart.
 Birth, names, cars.
 One then the other.
 We grew that way
 —an inch up, then the other
 an inch over that—until I woke one day,
 five inches taller than she was
 —alone, just like that. It took
 six years for her to catch up. 
 Me the dog with three legs, the goat
 in the rocks, a shy goose.
 Of course,
 I want to outlive her, get
 the last word in. I had a five-
 minute, five-inch lead and I still want to win.
 She will never forgive me for the legs,
 the rocks, or the holler of the goose.

Nightclub

Nipples jewelry pointing clothed
 Moisture skinned tighter loaded
 Banger barter swallow ready
 Heartbeat alley leaving heady
 Homeward darkness cooler roller
 Inside bedroom sheet-skin holler.

About the author:

Louise Robertson serves as the marketing director for Writers’ Block Poetry Night in Columbus, OH. She counts among her many publications, awards, and honors a jar of homemade pickles she received for running a workshop as well as a 2018 Pushcart nomination (Open: A Journal of Arts and Letters) and a 2018 Best of the Net nomination (Flypaper).

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