the tent is collapsing on us

the tent is collapsing on us

we wrote letters
pink ink on purple paper
tucked into floral envelopes
sealed with a sticker and a kiss
even though we sat
beside one another

we giggled
when he asked
are you sisters
said no
actions questioning answer

we talked about boys
a lot
made a pact
you’ll be my bridesmaid
and you’ll be mine

we still write
we’re still sisters
and once you nab a man
I’m coming over for stiletto practice

© hannah t


Instead of re-pitching our tent, we used our legs as poles.  We didn’t suffocate; that’s all that matters.

Published in: on February 14, 2011 at 5:43 pm  Comments (4)  

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4 CommentsLeave a comment

  1. This is a sweet piece. A true bond of sister-friends. Great job!
    Here’s my potluck entry:

    • Thank you! Nothing but sweet will do for Valentine’s :)

  2. love it,
    well expressed emotions, it reminds me of my moments while young.

    Happy Potluck!

    • Thanks Jingle! I had lots of fun remembering those moments :)

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