Customarily, we call them imaginary friends.
Mine are metaphysical twins.

“Which one’s the boy, which one’s the girl?”
Everyone accepteda need to define gender back then.

I think I always answered “Bossie, of course” was the girl-

But I reclaim this regurgitation in my here-and-now.
Delete the obsolete misinformation.
I can’t keep straight which invisible
companion’s a little more masc,
who’s a little more femme. We
have grown decades older together and
after all they are my friends and
while in-visible, I can see both being two-souls.
Also what kind of friend am I
if those conditional lenses determine
the degrees to which I am comfortable
to acknowledge them?

I hope we keep close
another 40 years and counting.