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The Bad Sister (04.16.2004)
after three hours i finally found her
in the Honey Bucket at the school track.
popping joints gave her away -
tireless habit cracking every finger
loud as possible - warning her
it was unhealthy only made her sneer.
she was pulling her best Lolita
smoking in a polo dress just short enough,
knee socks uneven. i asked her,
“did you lose the heart-shaped glasses?”
she glared in a sulk
then stood and winked.
“i have to pee.”
she shoved me out,
the door a hollow thump,
OCCUPIED.
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i dont know why i wrote two sister poems in a row. i dont have a sister, except for my siamese star a few time zones away.
i feel like this poem is about the same pair of sisters as the last one, though. i'm pretty sure.
some girls are just impossible.