Companionship

I have two glass heads sitting on my dresser
Who have stubbs for ears
They’re androgynous
We like this
They have a slit that splits their face in two from where they were fused together
Somehow I had stumbled upon them
While looking for mannequins 
During the holidays I dress them up as best I can
I bought feminine wigs for them
And take them out when I crave the company of a woman
On days when I feel lonely
I’ll pull them onto my mattress with me
They’re cold when we cuddle
Last week I put ball caps and sunglasses on both of them 
We watched the Steelers win the 1979 super bowl 
I cracked us all beers
But ended up finishing theirs
They wore bow-ties when my grandfather passed
And mourned with me
There have never been better listeners
If they had eyes they would watch me in my sleep
“The heads are creepy.” everyone tells me
No one can see the lives that I give them