"Good, bad. Left, right./Kaeleigh and Raeanne./One egg, one sperm./One being, split in two./And how many/souls" (Raeanne, p. 2).

"The houses line smooth black/streets, prim rows/of postcard-pretty dwellings,/coiffed and manicured from curb/to chimney. Like Kaeleigh/and me, they're perfect/on the outside. But behind/the Norman Rockwell facades,/each holds its secrets" (Raeanne, p. 5).

"Auger into that core, like tapping/a maple, you'll get doused/with incredibly sweet sap./It's a lot of work, work that/Kaeleigh could never appreciate,/because she doesn't like maple/syrup anyway. But I do. I love/it. And if Daddy would just stand/still for me, I'd happily tap his core" (Raeanne, p. 25).

"But hey, I'm sick and tired of playing/passive. No, I'll leave that to Kaeleigh./Kaeleigh, queen of passive, all the time/saying no, but not strong enough/to mean it. Not...