watching our parents grow old, sitting on the fence
pick a side
any side
grass is there
a bug is there
hair falls from my sister's tongue
and I know it's mine so I smile
then our parents watch us grow up, fall off the fence
my insides choose their sides
my sister cries and
for a second I almost admit that I closed my eyes in the thick
but
when we let our milky fingers
find their own,
they never let us down,
and they never take us home.
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