JB and I
are almost thirteen. Twins. Two basketball goals at

opposite ends of the court. Identical.

It’s easy to tell us apart though. I’m

an inch taller, with dreads to my neck. He gets

his head shaved once a month. I want to go to Duke,

he flaunts Carolina Blue. If we didn’t love each other,

we’d HATE each other. He’s a shooting guard.

I play forward. JB’s the second

most phenomenal baller on our team.

Why do you think the poet used these graphical elements?