I found this recently- a handful of words from last year I had saved in a document called 'Keep Me'. Even when I finally finished it today, the title stuck.
A double is a step forward
In a world so full of steps back.
Who are we to prevent double stop
In such a concentrated illusion?
A cellist is comforted
By the solid feel
Of a presence to curl around;
They have a second body-
It is comprised of wood
(But humans are comprised of bones
And how is that any different?)