Sand sisters

for Aimée

Divisions had already been drawn

before you were born — 

our blood would be thick

but we were pulled from different rivers,

silt running down our thighs:


I remember the morning I held you,

brushing distance from your brow

and learning your name, 

just as you would learn mine —

stumbling over letters with love. 


And sometimes we have blood

on our faces, finger marks of the past

we were bound to, sand shifting

beneath our feet: love held

in our hands, in the bathtime curls:


sometimes we taste our roads diverge,

grit between our lips, the silt

we’ve known before — 

the pools of change reaching 

for our feet yet always failing 

to tear us apart. 


Written for Prompt Challenge #2 from Free Verse Revolution this week.

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