I learned a long time ago that even a child can have dark spots, scorched places where
Love should have been
She writes to probe an old wound we share between us
A ghost who walks and spits and curses his proper Maker
What can I say?
What can I tell you that has not already transpired between us?
Only that God can tell a girl to go look
For her little sister (to play)
Then set the captives free