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.
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