Short Distances

My sister called and she said I
said that I was still waiting for
him. I never said that so I cursed
her with a mirror. We see each other
across the astrological wheel. I do
snake dances when it spins. She drums
and flirts with Christ himself but has
a problem with keeping her guns in
holsters. I dance right and left handed.
The shoulders, belly, and waist when the music
is right. The feet every night. She found
hot sauce in packets in her shoes when
I got angry and tried to explain Catholicism.