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sisters
You were in trouble, you say. I smile sweetly-
I can be benign. (After all, I chose not to go with you.)
You helped me out last night, locking your fingers
with mine, being overt, as a girl is wont to do
when in that situation. But, of course,
my loyalties lie elsewhere.
(Not where you think, as our talk turns to ovaries.
Ovaries! How little I have to say
about them. I have two; they revolt; end of story.)
What does the paper think of you now,
as I make these notes?
You wear what you wear, speak how you speak, and yet you curl your hair
so carefully.
You draw me close and for a minute
we are sisters.
Well, that's what you wanted, isn't it?
You were in trouble, you say. I smile sweetly-
I can be benign. (After all, I chose not to go with you.)
You helped me out last night, locking your fingers
with mine, being overt, as a girl is wont to do
when in that situation. But, of course,
my loyalties lie elsewhere.
(Not where you think, as our talk turns to ovaries.
Ovaries! How little I have to say
about them. I have two; they revolt; end of story.)
What does the paper think of you now,
as I make these notes?
You wear what you wear, speak how you speak, and yet you curl your hair
so carefully.
You draw me close and for a minute
we are sisters.
Well, that's what you wanted, isn't it?