Treasure Island

Donna Ialongo

For My Little Sister

deep dimpled knees blush
singing 'hail mar' full 'a -
jesus, bless da good people.'

play house. you're-the-dog.
dogs eat love with
ketchup on it. please

step aside, deeper one.
eyes sunk in brown living more than most.
legs thick with needle jabs.

in your loving. try. remember the pain
done in morning. you forget like a
sieve forgives.

but you cuddle life, grinning
sophistly. make me understand how it means to be
a person starving in China.

(July 10,1965)

Submitted: Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Edited: Thursday, June 15, 2006
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