Want To Pluck Her Off the Mountain
She parades around swishing her peacock robes in our faces
Toodlie Doo I say, but not out loud
fearing her flying monkeys
some bow in a pretend honor
I know better
I hear their hearts sneering
Pompous pride wavers not as she makes her rounds
She is displeased with me I know
Am I the only one who will not genuflect?
It amuses me
I want to pluck her off the mountain
and toss her emerald toe rings into the sea
We are facing each other now
She recognizes my absence
And has to keep her eyes from popping
I love what I do to my sister
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