no second rate sister here.

no second rate sister here.

i barely open my eyes
hearing sounds of
gentleness
calling me into
the bed.


southern sweetness,
i do declare
how is it
you wear your hair
out
like
that.


i will break the chains
and tie myself to something else
i will follow it,
the new lines
of selfly order.

because there is
no second rate sister here.