My Older Sister & My Younger Sister
My older sister ate all of herself in tiny bites, until only a mouth & teeth remained, biting & biting, until even her teeth cracked into wrecked jags. My younger sister ate herself in one bite–now she lives in the mountains & manages a hardware store. It is hard to say which of them was right, that is, which of them is the most eaten. I am standing in the shadows, but I am wearing a uniform. I am behind all the windows of all the houses on this block. In front of the windows window boxes hold yellow flowers that droop & red flowers that do not droop. Each life bursts through the wounds of an old one. I have so many sisters & there are so many ways to die.