Waffles

#1. A Sister's Lament

Don’t tell me you didn’t know

that the shirt you’re wearing is mine

and then treat me like the bad guy

when I say “take it off” and you say

To be grateful,

is to be at peace,

to feel lucky

for life. 

When my mom agrees

to getting my haircut 

even after a morning full of presents.

When my sisters tell me they

love me,

Chilly hands

close to purple,

arms wrapped tight around my chest

like ribbon on a birthday gift,

pillow case gripped tight in my fist

the fist that I can barely move

as the wind flits past my shoulders,