Gill Horitz
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Talk is sisterly though we’re not blood:
my brother in common, she his pickup
on a bypass far back as the moon landings.
In the living room, we open ourselves
to convivial light, the past returning
in dialogues of remembered wording.
‘Did you know your mother said,
If he’d not died, I would have left him?’
Apples thud the arid grass, skins
a glorious blush though we know
the moths are burrowing.
We say we don’t feel the age we are
though I fear the foibles
of my bodies’ inner workings.
‘Do you know that feeling?’
We laugh and name
the pills we have in common.
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