Thursday, April 13, 2006

Sister (mine) #4

this fist this fist of anger
never raised to you this angry fist
of hurting inside me is hot
and deep

what ways did I hurt
you back I wonder all the
knowing turned back on itself
all the secrets told all the soft
places we knew
we knew
would hurt
the most

words words
I hit you once, slapped your
glasses right off they fell
down the stairs and your face hot
with surprise and outrage
I thought now is when she hits
me back but instead you burst
into tears and went to get your
glasses I felt so hot with
triumph and fear it was
the only time I ever touched you
in anger

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