one more from Mark Leyner

When dawn came, it was like we'd been delivered stillborn from an assembly line.
Identically curled in our bed
our arms crooked in perfect symmetry beneath our pillows
we were like twin fossils
two tipsy vertabrates who had crawled into a tar pool in the wee hours of the pleistocene and slept thru the tumult
of history

-Mark Leyner
My Cousin, My Gastrointerologist