Somehow -
In the confusion
Of growing
Up amidst our five
Boy boy-games,
Through my voice
Change and acne
And books and games
And books and games
And girls
And girlfriends
And innocent
Hard-ons - devilish
Ones, and lovers'
Break-ups; The works!-
I did not notice you.
Perhaps you
Witnessed my firsts:
Teething
Walking, talking, running,
Falling
Laughing, crying, sighing
And more.
And now,
Still you're watching
As one
By one my teeth
are falling
Out.
In all these years
That I
Have not noticed
You, sister,
How have you been?
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