The Death of a Siamese Twin

My Siamese twin died of a heart attack.
His half-asleep head
fell from the second elbow,
full with cannabinoids.
He died,
with his arm in a new jacket sleeve,
with his hair combed back,
his face shaved,
his side waxed.
With his gold watch,
his briefcase and
his credit card that was never dusted in white.
I lent him my useful limbs.
Now I will wait for the rest to dry
to peel away like an acne.