Sisters - Tweaks

You were borne upon the wings of the songs of your mother

You were blown by the sighs of your father’s lovers

Your cousins and your brothers tried to kick, kept pulling you down

You grew up from underneath cashmere quilts, and later from underneath catholic

guilt

now you long for sisters.

You like scoring just as much as any of the,

women that your father kept and tried to get to love you

you hide the scars upon your wrists and on your shoulders, like your mother did

for years before beneath her favoured cuffs and collars.