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When My Sister and I Shared A Bed
When My Sister and I Shared A Bed
and the cedar tree played outside with woodsmoke, nosing the window glass.
I waited, sleeping, waiting under a diamond sea of stitches worn from pink,
knee waves rolling, her adult eight years bedtime imminent as I slept.
to our ritual, delicately rustling thin legs to stillness beside me. Knowledge