They will open your sister’s
brain this spring
and take out the seizures.

She is so much smaller.
It amazes me that something
inside her can be imperfect.

Would you call me if something
went wrong then?
Would I be someone you turn to?

I didn’t know I’d see you
this weekend that you’d
have the opportunity
to totally consume me.
And when you woke me,
as you left,
I stared at you,
I said, I miss you
you said that too
but then you said
keep in touch,
not drop everything
and take care of me,
I know because I
watched your lips carefully.

I would not call you
if my sister died
but I’d like to think
I would.

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