refers to a British Jane Doe who finds out she is a “human chimera” when her sons
are tested for a kidney donor match.
Think of the woman who found her twin living inside her,
svelte, and more canny in her betrayal than if she’d taken the husband’s
sperm in the back seat of a Cadillac. Fused together in mother,
the loser later refuses her sister’s claim on motherhood, winning two
to one. Husband gets the fantasy of doing it with two, albeit
without the kink or costume. Sons are now confused with
nephews. But did she get the kidney? Inconclusive. Chained in twice
to this good life and still she’s far from home. The woman
who found her twin in her liver but not her eyes, locked in one cell
and not the other, as a bad taste in the mouth but not a bloody
waste of space, is of two minds: effusive and reclusive.