threads
taut, slacked
everywhere
you & me as sisters we are
cans kept connected
electric string
i watch your face when you talk
you are a mother
and amazing
i watch your face and kind of remember
the childhood arguments
the teenage fits over fairness and issues of space
how i wanted nothing more than to be
something growing in your shadow
my sibling sun, casting one
how i miss you on the day to day
how when we find ourselves
in the same room
after so long i just start the spilltell
i can’t quit confessing
replaying memories
explaining what i like
trying to make you laugh
doing everything in my power to get that sound
out of you
to get you talking fast
observing your lean at the counter
face on hands, worrying
i say something about mom
you cut me off at the pass
the history on us, locked
for good
but now
is new
it isn’t until now
the realization
of needing you,
the very first bricklayer to my kindness
time will not take it
and you can bet
i will always listen with
my whole self turned towards you
so i can get everything
no beat missed, no word dropped
no expression passing glimpse
and the weight, my blood,
will always be shared.