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sharing the blankets

March 14, 2012

It’s my little sister’s birthday today. I wrote this poem after years of sharing a bed with her. sleeping is very intimate and sometimes you wonder how much you know about a person, or can know about a person, just by watching them sleep. 


The moon is my nightlight, my little me

would say, and the plug-in smiley face

would be tucked away for

the next child.


There’s no such things as o’clocks in my life,

the big hand and the twelve don’t kiss goodnight

like they do in fairytales.


An hour only grows knee deep

and the day crawls across my nose

preventing me from sleep.


Tick-tick-tocking, my sister

shaves her legs, wears stockings

dry skin beneath her nails

turned purple, and a blanket slips away


In time, I say

I’ll see exactly

who you are. My mind’s done

counting the seconds, far from starry-eyed

sisterly snores. We shared this bed

as the moon shines

as naked as her smile.

3 Comments leave one →
  1. March 14, 2012 6:09 pm

    “Do not be afraid to go out on a limb … that’s where the fruit is”

    love that! Is that yours? I am following!


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