Sisters: An arrangement

youth might return                   to their bodies 
a peach flush                 a glow in their cheeks 

they don't fight               for the love of a man
anymore                     they're tender with each 

other                       poison under wet tongues

women have come                   and gone they know    
in the same bed                     they lie with fingers

entwined when one dies           the other is hollow

whose face remains         who dreams who slips away
hair loosened               they used to keep each other's

rings and garments            pulse and jealous fire                 
secrets                                    breathing inside  

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