It was complicated. It was
Swallowing rusty nails
And clawing our way towards something
We didn’t know we wanted.

I remember my sister
All brown eyes and bitten nails
Body bound in towel.
“It’s not as bad as it looks,”
As a stripe of blood
Serpents down her dryad leg.
She points to where her razor slipped.

I remember how ripe the evening was.
He was cool and still
And my ears blushed from the wine.
He quietly asked me home
And my No was quieter.
He picked me up like I weighed nothing.
We were laughing.