Lillian

An ode to older sisters
My love to eldest daughters
Lillian starts a garden and suddenly is a farmer
My limerence is growing thin
With the body my soul comes in
All small & discarded
Use my poem for rolling paper
You're all sparkly
So young & ingenue
And I am jealous of you
Your fingers are feeling sticky
From the fruit you found within me
You lick yourself clean like a dog in the grass
The bugs search for the sweetness
My womanhood is a weakness
I'm glad I'm a girl who will fall to her knees
And Lillian is planting thyme in the garden
Like a god and I am basking in her light



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