most days i am a conjoined twin two arms, two legs, and two heads i’m not sure if she is also me, but that doesn’t mean i can’t hear her. and sure, her thoughts may not be mine, but equally terrifying and unavoidable they sear through my skull just the same they say mastery requires over 10,000 hours of experience, and yet even after years of observing myself as if i am both the unpaid intern and the petri dish i still never feel qualified enough to share my internal findings and who am i to make the final call on the statistical significance of my observations? for i am painfully aware my study has confounding variables and who am i to try and differentiate her from me? after all — my second head, she seems to have far more identity than i will ever have.
results inconclusive | Ivy Piedra
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