Certain

Nothing before had seemed so potent
and self-contained –
surely the onion you chopped
whilst we made bolognese
was beautiful.

Its hung cloud of acid worked
in my nose
and throat
and eyes
as the knife bisected

like a maker of names
passing
between twins,
calling one half Perfect
the other also Perfect.

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