04-20-2017, 03:13 AM
Clear as Glass Slippers
Of course, we’re the same size.
Sisters share
the same bone structure.
We only look different
because we don’t share
parents. I don’t know why
you would need me to put on
that old thing. It should be clear
I was the one with whom you danced.
My hair didn’t smell like a chimney
when I pressed my cheek
against your chest. I left the shoe
so you could remove more,
not so you would dress me again.
Of course, we’re the same size.
Sisters share
the same bone structure.
We only look different
because we don’t share
parents. I don’t know why
you would need me to put on
that old thing. It should be clear
I was the one with whom you danced.
My hair didn’t smell like a chimney
when I pressed my cheek
against your chest. I left the shoe
so you could remove more,
not so you would dress me again.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson