By Rachel Close
Wrapped around each other like serpents constricting their prey, squeezing their lives into each other, intertwining souls, slithering around each other’s necks, harder, each compresses the other’s heart into a compacted phenomenon, something one can carry around in a pocket, something one can wear on a sleeve. With each life braided into the fabric of the other, with each soul pressed into one tangible experience, how can we tell who is who?