Writing

Siblings in A minor

Like seasons we drift closer
then split.
A cold front blows through midday
and I didn’t pack a coat.
Turning to face the sun,
I realize blood is not thicker than water.
for your presence leaves me shivering,
amphibian and cold.

Of all the rooms we shared
the womb was my favorite.
Our starting line was the same,
but where we finish
will be miles away.

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