To my sister: A poem

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We shared a toy.

My turn, now your turn,

“Do you wanna play?”


We shared the move.

Our house, well, old house,

“But I want to stay.” 


We share the car.

My turn, now your turn,

“…’Member! It’s my day.”


We share a family.

One known, one less so.

Dickybirds, duct tape, 

Tomayto, tomahto.


Everything’s fine?

— Right, right.


We share this unease.

A place that we go. 

“I promise, I promise, you are okay.”

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