Once We Were Sisters

Girl children

in matching sunsuits,

offering each other broken

Oreos, sand hidden

in the white cream


When I turned five

I would have to color inside

the lines, you said,

and watch my words

so they didn’t run out


The night our mother died

you tried to kill me

my child fled into the dark


Your name comes now

in dreams, shaped like a woman

parkbench sleeping


Then, we pricked our fingers,

crossed blood, touched tongues,

wound our hair together

into one brown silk braid




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