It’s odd really
how the metallic taste of liver
your mother eagerly served
was like his tongue
with a side of onions
in your small
reluctant mouth.
***
One sister eats
to quiet things
that trouble her,
the other vomits
gagging
on an expectation.
One sister consumes
to feel full,
the other is searching
for nourishment of soul.
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