at times I think we looked
like brother and sister
but then I come unglued
and the world begins to look
like a watercolor
I once said it was a feeling
like trying to swallow
too much under-chewed beef
it gets caught in the chest
but the lump in the throat
pays no attention to the glass of water
and I have to cough and spit
and cry out your name
and remember how gone you always were
and how gone you are right now
if I thought I could cry out
for your spirit to return
I'd probably have a crack at it
and see if your spirit
could edit a few pages of text for me
and chew the fat
and laugh
and make me believe
I have a sister
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