Tag: sisters

• Sarah

  We said she was crazy, but what did she know?
  Was she a prophet or something home-grown

  I think back for years and can still smell her hair
  The curve of her lips and her empty-eyed stare

  She’d hold my hand tight, just crossing the street
  As if it were the devil, we were off to meet

  There were gummy bears in her console and cookies in her purse
  Was it just me who carried this curse?

  I’d swear it was hormones or science that won
  But really it was all of us who carried that gun

  I’ll hold you and love you as all sisters do
  Even as you over the cuckoos nest flew