Very rarely, she notes with lipstick

coating half a mouth, do we look

things straight on.  She finishes

magenta-ing her lips and my ten-year-old eyes

doubt her, search for comfort along

lattice planes of a wrought-iron gate, the every strut

of fence-post rimming our yard. I turn

to protest and meet the comma of her ear,

broken phrase of her neck, craned shoulder

leaned in pieces toward the open-

now closing-patio door our eldest

sister has just slipped through.

by GNB


1 thought on “Introduction”

  1. So beautiful and so you it makes me want to cry.
    Will be forwarding to all the usual suspects!

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