Why do women love bracelets that jangle and clank and dangle audaciously?

Don’t know . don’t care . just do

 

so here is a little poem that anchored my personality early
across The great divide

     

Once

Teeth clenched in exasperated resignation

She threatened to drive right through the garage door

My mom

Sister and I had been sniping at each other

All the way home from somewhere

 

And it was all sister’s fault

Really

She had boundary issues

My sister

Tempting me beyond control

To send wiggling fingers

To “her side” of the car

 

Kid sister

Big sister

And mom

Pretty much unanimous

I was a pain in the ass

Although

A highly justified one