Equilateral Triangle
Some cousins are raised as sibs
—mine and I lived
like distant relatives...
Rainy day sick from school,
Mom showered me
with lambies and blue blankies.
That’s the version
I used to believe
and want to,
but here’s my sister’s:
Rainy day when so home
sick, Mommy showered me
with silence and guilt.
The one who made
little baby Sis
feel unloved—
I ought to trust
you?
We tortured Ma till we’re all codgers
since she’s our
not-good-enough mom.
Fever rose above
her white blood count;
no one called Mom’s physician.
When Mother got better,
I wouldn’t take Sis
with us to our favorite
Chinese restaurant.
I wanted to keep
Mama all for myself.
Reading these words
makes me feel like a heel
but I’ll stick by this story.