For my 10th birthday,
You got me an earring.
Not a set,
only one.
A little white plastic wing.

I didn't even
have my ears pierced,
no.
I was afraid of that.

I threw them in the dark.
Bottom-left drawer.
The rickety brown desk
beside my bedroom door.

I called you 'icky,'
and cheap.
Very very cheap.

A fight is a lifetime,
when it lasts for a week.

I got one ear pierced.

Not because I am brave.

I wore
that little white plastic wing

to your grave.