On Her 83rd Birthday: On Her 86th Birthday
On Her 83rd Birthday
Someone asked about the two women
in the photograph, she looked down and fiddled
with the pages, didn’t want to tell.
That’s my sister, and she’s her lover.
After they mentioned the disease,
I thought about my aunt’s carved chest,
the lace handkerchiefs inside.
they were soft, scented like my aunt.
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