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Sister

Your waist may be small now, but I know of your tendencies to expand.
Cases of yogurt raisins can't erase what's in your genes. Even those
clever size three's, hugging your curves like molasses, can't contain it.

You wear those Levi's like you were born in them, but
I've seen you bare, sis, hair and all. Large pink nipples obscene against
the albino white of your scarce tits.

I've seen you ugliest, thick pig fingers, nails chewed to the hilt,
pounding ivories, pulling feral melodies from atmosphere like they'd
existed there all along.

I loved you then, even when your teeth were bared, even when you came
charging through the muck, ears flat against your skull, your simple
eyes slits.

Even now in your designer labels with cut stones perched on your
fists, walking upright, I see porcine resemblance flashing like
enamel.

Once you were a girl, sister, once you were a pig.


Lisette Alonso

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