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Five decades
She begins to arise
She stretches her stiff muscles
And yawns awake
I greet her warily
yet
Longingly
Like the sister I never had
And never knew I wanted
She is curry while I am raita
The yes to my no
The no to my yes
But more than this
She wears tacky jewelry
She paints her toenails midnight purple
She buys strange spices she can't pronounce
and throws them in her potions
She dreams of kissing girls
Half a century
She slept
She slept
The weight of obligation her blanket
Her eyelids tied shut with apron strings
She is a sesame pod
With the slightest touch
She will burst open
and explode
and explode
She is ready
I inhale her heady perfume
submitted for Theme Thursday
