Little Sister

eyes veined like the roots of our tree

I shoved you

six stitches in your head, you spit

called me a bitch

breaking her heart

stealing a fifth

we're both so furious

kicked a hole in the wall,

ripped the lock off my journal

hoping from bus to train

just like I did, shaking out the kid

you surf past beaches without sand

and you’ve always swam faster than me

farther than me

we act how we’ve been shown

hands shielding heads from bombs

and home blueprints

schemed on boats

held you with the door

closed

praying for silence

and a minute or two alone

head on your sweatshirt as a pillow

you dream quicker and clearer

I didn't care that they would miss me

I can see you, faintly, faintly