‘you’
I’m glad the world
never told me
about the eccentricities
of you
and how your humor
lifts my spirits
when they are down
and blue.
Sometimes, you are
lurid like a Les Paul
in the hands of
‘Pride and Joy’s’ master;
others,
sad like a Stradivarius violin
who struggles
and fears going faster.
I’m glad the world
never told me—
not even in the faintest whisper
for I learned it all my own,
what it means to say,
“You’re my sister.”
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