In the parallel universe
she said no, then yes, in all the right places,
her stomach’s still flat and there’s
a different ring on her finger.

In the parallel universe,
which she dips into daily, there’s still
the mundane. Sometimes she irons
in both worlds without realising.

In the parallel universe
bodies are interchangeable
they skip dimensions, change places
at night without telling her.

In the parallel universe
she once bumped into the real him
so that from their separate beds
they called out each other’s names.

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