Shaking sand from the shoes of my sister
I watch the lamp-wrapping fogs
And lingering on the stoop, I persist, or,
Better, you persist in naming my nieces
According to the periodic table,
Slinging their names into the mist
Until Helium rings against
Jenny's undone laces and catches hold.
I've an aversion to the way you walk.
It's as though your mother bound your feet.
The fogs slink around your ankles
Healing all the harm of family.
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