I know I don't say these words enough
but, I love you
how people ask if we're twins
even though we have different dads
and we're 5.5 years apart
perhaps the timbre of our voices
disguises our differences
I miss being goofy with you
and inventing jokes accidentally
now that we live so far apart
I miss racing to the Neahkahnie waves with you
and providing you with an elbow rest
and making up songs about edamame, our cat Isabella, and Obama Care
You are a shining echo of J.R.R. Tolkien's
"Not all those who wander are lost."
Inquisition and exploration of the world
is your life
Your home is everywhere
Enveloping the struggle we find in hugging each other
is a gentle admiration and a capacity for profound inspiration
know that I am always holding you
You are the Edward Gorey of our times
By the forces of pen and ink, porcelain, claymation, and graphite
you make my head swirl
your Totoro nesting dolls will forever captivate my imagination
tenderness, curiosity, sarcasm, and shadow catalyses
the heart of your art
Remember our "Art from the Heart Mart?"
Or was it, "Art from the Fart Mart?"
A friend recently said,
"You know you're close when you can talk about your farts."
So we must be close.
You say that you were traumatized from watching my birth- I'm sorry
but it means you truly have known me my entire life
and only a few souls can claim that
You are beautiful. I am so glad you are my sister. Have the most wondrous day. You deserve it.