One summer I was So out of shape that I decided to run With my little sister. She was on The cross-country team. I always told myself I could beat her. I mean She’s younger than me. The first day she dragged me Out of bed I couldn’t feel My legs. There were creases On my calves from the dusty sheets Of the bottom bunk. I tripped On my laptop trying to find my shoes. I realized she didn’t Wear shorts that often. The muscles Beneath her skin smirked at me While I fumbled with my laces. Her hair Was in a high ponytail, pulling At her cheekbones. We jogged out of the driveway.
I had to clean out the back room when I decided to skip class. There was so much Random **** it made my head spin. Hours consisted of me choking On dirt and throwing away boxes. The cardboard reminded me of Moving day and how we all slept on the floor but She left her canopy still hanging when we Drove away for the last time. I found a drawer full Of paintings. None of them finished, All of them signed.
I didn’t even know she could Write until I found a journal in my Hockey bag. Blue leather, full of stains. Words I don’t think I would’ve Noticed coming from someone else’s Hands. I left it on the locker room bench, open
We went cliff jumping and I trembled at the edge with my Heartbeat in my mouth The water wasn’t liquid it was Made of welkin stone I couldn’t find my voice and my pulse was Way too high She leapt from above me without Looking down