Thank You for My Other Body
I just discovered my other body about twenty minutes ago.
She looks just like me.
There she was, sitting at my desk, taking up the same space as this body, while I was busy making phone calls, shuffling through papers, mumbling to myself, and acting like some kind of chaos driven woman in the midst of hubbub with a headache.
My other body was quietly sitting there (here), doing nothin’, acting as though she didn’t have a care in the world, and life was some kind of Utopian meditation or something.
“Wow” I said to her, “Get up and do something, will ya?”
She just smiled, put her hands (which look just like my hands) in her lap, and looked out the window.
I noticed she was taking deep breaths and her face had that dreamy calm to it that I used to get when I didn’t feel overwhelmed or was having a quiet moment of relaxation.
My other body started humming some song from the seventy’s and kept looking out the window.
The phone rang.
She didn’t answer it.
The cat came up and crawled into her lap (which looked just like my lap) and started purring.
Then my other body spoke to me in some kind of psychic language.
She said “ Look, if you’re gonna get all this stuff done without making us both crazy, I’m gonna have to take a break and think about things for minute. So you just wait right there until I’m ready to get back to work.”
What could I do?
I was powerless.
She had my cat.
I think my headache is going away now.
Image: Conjoined twin sisters from the Nuremberg Chronicle (1493).