My sister with the voice of stone.
My sister with the heart of seasonal raging.
My sister with the forehead of a bald snow-kissed savanna
of alabastrine dust on top of alabastrine dreams.
My sister with the voice of an elongated pipa string
With the face of the innocuous flesh of deer
Dripping original sin.
My sister with lips of crooked saturated bacon strips over
crooked teeth the color of ivory bread.
My sister with eyes of the ashes of rosewood.
My sister with lashes of steel cutting, of
black rain of dry soot and bullet.
My sister with the hair of a thousand eyes falling
With feet of scurrying mice and
breasts of a prehistoric vessel.
My sister with the heart of a monsoon cuffed to a tree.
My sister with eyes of tallgrass of the unintentional poison of inarticulate executing.
My sister with hair the color of sun a shade of iron green more radiant than smile.
My sister with the eyes of shotgun.
My sister with the lips of twisted fire, of print upon print of leaves dead and reviving.
My sister with the toes of scabs black and red dripping
My sister with invisible hands of invisible dreams
the other day I saw her they were hid behind sleeves the texture of her forbidden teeth.
My sister with the face of denatured geometry
her eyes the color of triangles and
her chin elephants white rising.
