Rebecca Kaiser Gibson

Issue #
September 8, 2014


My sister, single-minded
even underwater knows
the way. She shaves

up the underside of leg
her razor like her mind.
Her blunt hands prod

her cuticles to shape. Her self-
regard is practical.
She swims in focus

towards a consequence.
She cannot blur;
wide skies and ambiguity

constrict. No sunset pearl
nor solipsism like the dahlia
whose petals curl

upon themselves. I remember
we were ivory blossoms
once, a breath away.

Previous published in Greensboro Review, 2007 Number 82

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