Sisters – Ryan Jones

She Breaths Happiness
Smug as a cat in a chair
Her long summer hair
Looks old and out of place
Here in my winter house
I, quiet as a mouse
toyed with, pawed, begging to die
why don’t you invite, “that guy” over?
you know, the one
(Yes, I know
Long gone)
You’d make the greatest…
Wait, let me stop you there
as though I cared
(Truth is I do)
I’m one, you’re two.
These sisters of mine
The bones in my spine
I feel the knuckles of vertebra under my skin.
Swelled from beneath, well it’s grief
for something, un lost!
Not wasted, no cost
but a gift that I never found
Now, drowned
like that cat, in that bag
That that singer, (who’s my type
if you wondered). Kept for years
from going under.
Sisters, they’ll keep you afloat
but they’ll be damned if they’d throw you a rope
Sisters of mine,
Counting up time…
and dividing unequal
In plastic wrap photos
then gone…

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