Day for Years of Distress

Day visible

as an order of days, alighting

the order, day she broke

to us, drab bird;

into my sister's ear

and ear to ear, indivisible.

She typed our palms:

SOME ONE. Skittish,

out-of-bounds for us a fallen

attachment our parents

enclosed: the world will hurt a girl

this friendly.

We made her a place with

us inside. She flew off. Like

Christmas we went to bed

lurched out of being

good for being

until it was nothing, time

together in the dark.

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