Birthing Twins

I picked my leftover sourdough from the fridge that morning,

Already sliced,

Two loaves on a white porcelain plate.

The need to taste different flavours on the same base

made me create two open sandwiches,

Both on that same sourdough.

One, with peanut butter,

(the batch I accidentally made with the peanut skins,

now committed till it’s done)

Coin-like banana slices,

quickly pan-toasted almonds.

The other, spread with yogurt,

roughly diced tomatoes,

mint leaves,

and black marinated olives.

Both with the same fats and carbs,

But different characters sit atop them.

It felt like I’d delivered twin babies that morning,

each the same, yet utterly their own.