Not While you Watch


When I walk with my sister,

her brassy nose pokes

at the jumbles of space

between today

and yesterday

where growth begins.

Her steady eyes


Behind violet skin

and sunburned chins

to stop my spirit from

reaching too high.


is the ‘Never’

that slaughtered my ‘Perhaps’.

“Sisters”  by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: “Twisted Sister” by Brooke Weeber

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