Her sister is elegant, beautiful -
Champagne effervescence and wineglass curves,

Just sharp enough to be eye-catching,

Sweet enough to linger

And because she has the same warm eyes,

bright soft hair, They expect

the same slow intoxication, gentle


They smile as she

stalks up, pushes them down,

Tosses Them bandaids for the scrapes

on their knees

(sweet enough to take the pain away –

at least for now.)

She won't dance with them, but she'll

play a round or two,

take their money,

roll them over and over, leave them with

warm sheets and spinning heads,

leave them on the ground, wondering how

they got there.