Feb 03

My Sisters: A Poem

purple iris

My sisters
Broken bones and brittle ash
And held-in tears
Swimming pool burning noses
Every pain a different one
And every pain the same
Here I stand
Wisdom hard-gained
Pink and mewling
Skittish and untried
You gave me it
In little bits
I roll it around in my hands
Warm it
Blow on it
Give it back
And I lean in
And you lean in
And we lean in
To knit our bones
And unburn the ash
And hold a tricky balance


  1. Meagan

    That is so true. I am so glad you started writing again. You are very talented Ev. Keep it up.

    1. Evelyn Stice

      Thanks. Me too.

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