Big Sister
by iris valle
Tide, French vanilla
Stale smoke and shampoo
Skinny bones, short hair
Fun laugh, eyes of icy blue
Short temper, big heart
Clean freak, platanos
Bubble letters, long walks
Lasagna and red Marlboros
A great hug, yard sales
Jesus sandals and a large scar
Words that meant a million
Yet, words never went so far
Motherly love, sisterly love
Tears and a fetish for shoes
Hats, mittens, and scarves
Even the drugs you’d use
Shaken body, sweaty skin
A beaten car with a clean floor
Nic-knacks and floral wreaths
Half asleep, ajar door
Make-up and blow dryers
Spoons and rubber bands
Heartfelt cards, wrapping paper
Folding clothes with dry hands
Bad habits, attributes
Closed lids and shiny sinks
Secrets, lots of secrets
First journal, frosty drinks
These are some things about a girl I once knew.
Yes, these things, my sister, are about you.
Iris J. Valle
1/18/2006