Non-Erotic PoetrySibling RivalryHers was the orderly way,
the sharper point that
pinned me to our arguments
as I blustered through hopelessly
bracing for her smug retreat.
Try as I might I could never control
my passion using dramatics
to illustrate the righteousness
of my crusade.
It never worked, I always lost.
I was amusement she tells me now,
so much so
that she would instigate a set-to
just to watch me scramble my reality
and, like a starving fish,
I always took the bait.
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