What Happened to My Sister?

by Nancy Swallow Somerfeld

Blank piece of paper next to silver pen

On paper, I had a sister

But none I could call a friend.

Yes, I know Sue was ill,

No fault of her own,

Still, I longed for a pal

Who would know me, get me,

Not the paranoid specter,

The schizophrenia that robbed her

Of the will and faculty to relate, how

To understand, how even to think straight.

Okay, do you think I am not aware

That I hoarded the blessed chromosomes

Leaving her the cursed crazy genome?

I know. I know. I know.

But still.  Sue.

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