Nat, I wanted your glass animals,
your shoes,
your hair, your knees.
I wanted your
running stride and your agility.
But most of all
I wanted
a sibling
without rivalry.
I don’t think I
can ever tell you how grateful I am
that you and I
finally ended up friends.
Though I still don’t
know where your shallow side ends
I’m grateful
for your phone calls and your unique eyes
teaching me not
to give in to my sour moods or my pride.
If you ever
need anything
I hope you’ll
tell me so.
Because you
always seem so much saner
than your
supposedly, purportedly, so you say-edly brighter sister goes.
Now that is a
skill for which I’d give a trillion lines of prose,
Lord knows.
For Nat, draft no. 1
Nat, I want your carefreeness
Your happiness,
your breeze
I wanted your
glass animals, your bras, your thighs, your knees
I wanted your running
stride, I wanted your flexibility
But most of all
I wanted you at peace
And with
civility
I’m so glad
that as we got older we have become friends
I don’t know
where your shallow ends
I’m grateful
for your phone calls and your [long pause]
Ditziness,
flightiness? Okayness? Your encouragement? Your eyes
You teach me to
be humble and to [pause] accept {whatever [shit] flies? I don’t know…} [what
lies]
I don’t think I
can ever tell you how grateful I am for you
How glad I am
that you’ve been my friend
I would like to
let me into your heart
I’d like you to
trust feel safe in my heart however deep you want to go
If you ever
need anything
I hope you’ll
tell me so
Because you
always seem so much saner
than your supposedly,
purportedly, so you say-edly brighter sister goes
Now that is a
skill [for which] I’d give a trillion lines of prose,
Lord knows
