siblings

bloodied voices                across
the clear phone
invoking aeonian histories
                                             context as a flightless bird

tight swallows
carry sympathy in armfuls
jutting under elbows and
                                             staining fingertips
you offer infection to your
open wound
of a sister
and roll your eyes at the               dusty evening
when fevers curve under shut
eyelids                 wind between cilia
to proliferate

hide in the cusp
of my hand,                      brother
spin these silks until they’re invisible
and pass its smoothness
let the fibers sap what
they need and you don’t

those that love you
will wring you thoroughly
and every drop will
count

—

Sara Matson’s writing can be found or is forthcoming in Rabid Oak, Mannequin Haus, Anti-Heroin Chic, FIVE:2:ONE, Burning House Press, A) Glimpse) Of), Poached Hare, OCCULUM Journal, Dream Pop Press, Waxing and Waning, and elsewhere. She lives in Chicago with her rad husband + cats, and tweets as @skeletorwrites