Sisters

By Lauren Hoey

Having a sister is so odd. 

 She’s so easy to talk to, but she is speaking in a foreign language. 

 I’m so lonely without her.  

but getting nearer to her is like getting too close to a cliff’s edge. 

She looks to me and sees her past. I look to her and see all that I could be.  

We look at each other and think how funny it is 

 That time has flown by without our noticing. 

 But really moments fall down around us Like ash from a bonfire. 

I love her because she takes the scenic route 

I love her because she rolls the windows down 

Despite the hog shit smell of our town. 

She loves me 

Despite my weakness. 

She loves me despite my stupid youth. 

We’ll go out loving.