I call often on the disappearance of my sister.

she is the ghost in the town of my shadow’s envy.

     daily use, reading or writing: friendly fire. blind copy.

when her ball cap was given to my father he returned me this:
I think she can survive without it.

she went once from her window to the window of the neighbor boy
whose dream had him believing his parents dead
no matter what they did.

she knocked the following morning on our front door. and later
showed me the tree
which was not so high.

I marked the day she became my younger by sleeping.

     if I love women, it’s something I should’ve done
a long time ago.