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I reserve this name for the one I wish to find
when the lights go dim.
If I call you, Sis, I too
have been the only of us in a crowded room.
I, too, have learned
We are the reason the room is full–
that there are vultures feeding off our bodies, here
and everyone sees our wide, wailing mouths
but nobody hears our screams.
I see you, Sis
your smile, a practice.
I know what becomes of us, chewed up,
when we cover up the decay in Keep going.
I offer you this oil,
my words,
this calming for your body
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