Lest you begin to imagine as you peruse
this post that I am in any way
on a quest to glamorize,
or humorize my
current hobbies of:
doctor appointments and surgeries
with my sister as BRCA2+ patients,
a la Angelina Jolie,
let me indeed set you straight.
I have no idea what my quest is.
I’m just trying to effin get through it
with Jesus, love, and some laughter.
photo by melissa james
What a sublimely divine gift to
muddle through the unknown with
a best friend who is my little sister
Everywhere we roam, people
(even naturally shy people)
are you twins?
Sometimes we lie.
Because the reaction is predictably
the same if we don’t:
Further dull interrogation
about age difference, etc.
Can you imagine how often
we have been detained in recent weeks as
we have accompanied each other
to doctor appointments?
Can you imagine how many times in the past
I have been handed my sister’s drycleaning
or squeezed from behind by someone
I don’t recognize?
Can you fathom each of us has 2 sons only and about the same ages?
My sis and I love the fashion ballsy-ness,
silly sisterhood, and quirkylovelybond
of the Olsen twins.
More than ever,
we feel blessed
to be bonded
from blonde manes
the mutant genes
It’s hard for some folks to grasp
sisters who aren’t rivals; who
can call each other ‘tramp’
and still enjoy
each other’s company
as much as we do.
But believe it.
We go together like
Dakota and Elle.
Mary Kate and Ashley.
Like peanut butter and chocolate.
remember us misbehaving at the Elysian?
jo and me. photo by melissa james
With faith in our bosoms.
Peace to you right where you are.