Sisters
how can we be fifty, fifty three, fifty two
we were just little girls
sitting in a circle on Sundays
kittens hidden under our dresses
their mama
mewing to find them
giggling in our safety
my breath catches
when I know
one of us will die first
will I have to look at you in the coffin?
God Help Me
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