My sister is a beauty, A photographer, an artist And the best subject imaginable. She is the main attraction of my coffee shop, She’s the mainstay of Main Street. Unlike every other woman I know, She only carries her camera and her dignity. And the gaze of a mirror; Her plaid shirt, oversized even when it was mine. A pair of tights earning their title And sky-high leather boots, a rocker’s staple. A cheesy beret, our mother’s bracelet. Blonde locks like there are teardrops on her guitar. And to complete the classic ensemble, Satan’s prized pearls: The Cheshire Cat smile. All tucked behind her expensive-as-hell camera. And her phone, case with white box and black bow. Just like my baby sister, A photograph with a black bow.
This poem appears as part of a collection. Read it in full here: https://medium.com/@briannarduffin/characters-we-see-a0197b3aee01