my sister in soul,
i know how it feels.
i know that, and i
know you too
maybe i knew longer than you
honey, i call you.
you will be
sweeter than i will ever be. but even i know
how it feels to wish for, or
to offer forever
and receive never—
absolutes like that, they sting
and it always stings me when you're stung,
and when it's one of those telephone-pole days
and all you see is that never-ness in front of you
and, well, i feel like a shitty friend sometimes, but honey, i think we get along all right.
—more than alright. because there are also the days when
even our dreams
we could talk all night without stopping, no problem
and it's not never— but someday— that we embody.
creme puff, i want to tell you, you can lean on me for as long as you like.
you can dance with me for as long as there's no one else you'll bring yourself to dance with, or longer.
you can vent to me until our voices go dry.
you can trust me until the day we die.
see, you know more about me than lovers, family, anyone
and i know you like— no, you are the backs of my hands—
always there when i turn them over
always with me when i hold them up.
honey, it's like,
honey, pastry cream,
honey, it's like someone took a piece of one soul
and put it inside another.
you're my daughter, my sister and my mother.
so while you pass stars in the dark, i'll have a flashlight above you.
see, creme puff, i'm here and i love you.