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In the young room, we sit between

the sinks. Sister’s small legs dangle – 

she is all nightgown and toes.

Her shins are plump with youth, the skin

fat with anticipation of the elongation

of bone. Soon, life will stretch the skin

fasten it tight around its wooden drum.


Posted 02/17/14
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