Sisters

Teddy’s playing solitaire, yellow curlers in her hair. Do you really wear lipstick to the grocery store? Yes, you

do. Maggie is a hard nut to crack, slaps her cards down, hollers, “Wray, you shit!” Feeds the little kittens in the

barn at dawn, as you do. Jean is the youngest one, lives in a tall brick house, looks like my mom. Dogs in the

driveway wagging, “Bye! Bye! Bye!” As they do. Down to the picnic by the lake, checkered tablecloths and

chocolate cake. All these people who laugh like you. Like you do.