To a sister at Christmas, some years later

going through the photos
of that time your paper hat
split down the middle

and I gave you mine
to stop your fussing
to get to the matter at
hand

to curl the fish,
to tell the joke,
to admire older kids
we didn’t know

and their accomplishments.

affixing your new
crown at an angle and
patting my now naked
middle parted hair,

you smiled and
bolted from the
table.

and I missed you
already.

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