Sonnet for Sisterhood Everlasting

[fuckatherine]

 

We two who were not meant to be twins—

You follow me two summers behind

Same in our predilections, triumphs, sins

Blind child leading the blind. 

A prayer upon a penny.

I place trust in luck, in little change,

In knowing that a scar is only a stripe when among many. 

Strange:

This is our only world.

It can be no other. 

The neck of time cranes, curled

Towards the navel, into mother. 

I have known you since before memory

And I will know you after.