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Cally Conan-Davies: Sister

Cally Conan-Davies

Apr 30 2018

1 mins

Sister

 

When my sister slipped away

her slippers fell downstairs

slapping the sleeping dog’s nose.

She patted him back to rest

before silence sealed her closing

of the sliding door behind her

and I, in my nightgown, slept

through it all, unstirred.

So how could I know?

 

I am a slip of my sister.

I learned to read by following her finger.

I followed the back of her knees when the furious sun

flamed the road that summer.

She is faster than me, but I am slower.

Her school-dress blows in the ash of the dead-dark noon.

She can’t keep herself a secret, so I keep them

to this very day.

 

This is how I know

in no time

she has slipped

right by me and away.

 

Cally Conan-Davies

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