the small wisp of heart i have left
was almost wisked away with the dismissal in your face.
the dismissal of my family
a thing that you have no right to write off
like a shopping list of things
you already bought
i don't give a single **** for your teenaged melodrama
it's a holiday
and i wanted a ******* photo
of the stretched scrap of a family that i have left
why couldn't you just let me have one thing
that felt normal
you are a selfish ******* *******
just like our mother

write all the mean poetry you want
about how twinkling lights
and family photos get old
you cut my arms with the things you write

little sister,
you should be ashamed.