No one seemed afraid
of the clones in those days.
Holden dated each of them,
one plus one plus one plus one.
They all had identical break-up stories: in a bar
codes, so they knew how to comfort charmingly
each time another one came
unglued, they held each other, darling
Holden’s a jerk, but
he loved them madly
as a scientist: each lip set
a matching precious pouted pink,
There wasn’t much difference
in even the gifts: Four plastic roses, a new program
that sometimes, at night, Jessica and Ashley
and Kaytlin and Katelyn would forget
which was which was which was witch
Because Ashley thought Kaytlin
thoughts, and Jessica thought Katelyn
thoughts: 11011101100110011001
Holden painted pouted pink
Which was odd, considering the novelty of the idea.
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