Kindra M. Austin – Sisters
Sister’s soundbox/ only re/peats/ phrases she has taught herself,/
as if/ there is nothing more than./
My mouth/ is a question mark that/ hers can’t diction/ary,/
but those amber orbs I love/ open a dimension,/ meant;/
and I try to/ si/lent/ psychiatrist.
© 2019 Kindra M. Austin