Sis arrived in a flurry of words, Nici coughed and 
sis gave tough love, you had better eat and sleep, 
not try to stay thin while working all night on your 
project and tasks, off to get medicine, new pain-
killers then to the new plastics place and found 
a flat container for mom, the new Chinese shop 
New lipsticks, came home Nici took two of every
kind of pill, now I’m free to admire my new tray
and new mugs sis brought me, a blue and white 
Christmas scene, ideal to offset the lemon green 
in my office, perfect with the subtle, washed-out 
pink I love, watching the music channel with sis –
Then in a moment of utmost weakness I asked sis 
to turn down the volume, she sighed and turned 
the sound off, her temper flaring again; how dare 
I suggest the volume too loud when she’s in charge, 
she stomped off to bed and I put the TV on mute, 
she stayed, we turned the sound on again
I’m on thin ice with her around, wedged between 
my beloved demanding I follow his orders and sis 
who challenges any authority all round – my turn 
to sigh, already once tonight I burnt my fingers by 
urging sis to keep my confidence - no more trust, 
asking her to understand is just too much
She prefers the straightforward running over every 
obstacle way, if that should estrange my husband, 
tough luck, she says – yet I know the pros and cons 
of my beloved’s mind, know the margin of error is 
small but the dividends high, I’m willing to  sacrifice 
tonight to keep everyone happy, if that be possible
19 April 2013
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