By Nikki Quismondo
My sisters glow in a cartoon image
our smiles are characterized in a liquid effect of happiness
there's Christina, in the pink, who belongs in her own revelation,
and Leslie, who is a star upon a far-reaching sky
There's me, part twin, part delusional but temperate
and Cammile, who's wisdom is kept secret and preserved,
together we are a Laurel tree, with limbs carrying vivacious fruit
we are the the ladies who wrestle with the clock that opposes our seasons
we are the instructors of the midnight breezes, the followers of the Moon Goddess,
the illuminators of the mystic waters,
part grass, part rose bud, part jacuzzi, part hot oil, part antique jewelry, part golfer, part warm jasmine tea, part exotic novel, part rosary bead, part artist, part child, part infant, part grandmother, part mother, part sister.
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