A love spell to those I call Sis

I reserve this name for the one I wish to find

when the lights go dim.

If I call you, Sis, I too

have been the only of us in a crowded room.

I, too, have learned

We are the reason the room is full–

that there are vultures feeding off our bodies, here

and everyone sees our wide, wailing mouths

but nobody hears our screams.

I see you, Sis

your smile, a practice.

I know what becomes of us, chewed up,

when we cover up the decay in Keep going.

I offer you this oil,

my words,

this calming for your body