sister

the way we are connected inspires a line on the sand
begin with an “l”, then with wide, deliberate shapes,
complete the word.
reach across the dunes and the fire underneath it all,
breath with me and drop into my arms-
careful, don’t get attached.

i dream of your death and
i wake up, worried that we are too dependent.

my sister, we are the most genuine
you make my eyes glitter and my feet warm
you make my clothes fit better and my art more beautiful
you make the best out of the least
you make me cry when we hug

i’m too afraid of you leaving me too soon,
it’s distracting.