frosty_gurl02
01-01-2004, 04:08 AM
My sisters curls bounce as she twists her head around to ask me if she looks alright. Standing in the doorway, my robe is tied a bit too tightly around my waist and I loosen it a little as I melt down into the carpet. She’s so festive with her body glitter and fifteen dollar heels bought on sale at Wal-Mart. And I’m racing down the table legs again and wedging myself between the kitchen tiles, so I can watch her smile from a different angle.
Eating sandwiches she’ll leave the crust on a paper towel, which I’ll later coincide with, kneeling down and whispering into its non existent ear, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
And with a click of her heels, my sister is out the front door and entering a car, which will soon be taking her away from this wretched kitchen, where I sit raising an empty glass to another new year.
Eating sandwiches she’ll leave the crust on a paper towel, which I’ll later coincide with, kneeling down and whispering into its non existent ear, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
And with a click of her heels, my sister is out the front door and entering a car, which will soon be taking her away from this wretched kitchen, where I sit raising an empty glass to another new year.