I.
He told me he jerked
off in a mirror. Yeah, I
smiled, I’d do me.
II.
Cloning, I thought, was
a waste of time and money.
Then I saw twin porn.
III.
My test clone said he
loved me our first night. No, I
said, I love you more.
IV.
One was from boredom.
Two was to claim my freedom.
Three made them jealous.
V.
I’ve named each after
a day of the week. Thursday
nights are fucking hot.
VI.
Numbers six and nine.
It was inevitable.
Beakers tip and spill.
VII.
A threeway in the
lab. It’s numbers four to six,
out of their cages.
VIII.
I can afford to
feed them, but the fucking clones
should buy their own lube.
IX.
I cloned my own need
to be different, which explains
thirty’s pierced scrotum.
X.
They said I needed
a hobby. True enough said.
Now I have fifty.