Category Archives: poem, poetry, sister

SNOWBALL I hit you with a snowball when you were four or five (me six or seven, best as I can remember) a shot to the heart best heart of all you were shocked and aghast and immediately ran inside leaving me, deservedly, out in the cold and what a heart it is same blood as mine ticking away determined to run forever through winf and rain and sun and blue blue skies above yes blue skies would be good and then I can undo that (kept to myself for so long) old snowball shame.