My Sister Now Poem by James McLain

When she comes in now
where I am not supposed to be sleeping
instead with my ex sis's my other
when people had money then
she sees me sun tanned, fully rude
meat balls and all
eyes transfixed, huffing and puffing
she gets her pillow and blank her stare
and fresh shaven, leaves.
I explain to her all,
she comprehends naught.
I am responsible for what I do
not what she and her, my other
fun flushed with money, mine did.
And sleeping with my ex, 'lover.
How did she taste, I ask?
Smiling as inside it can only grow larger.