When will she wear out like Little Ted? I asked but Little Sister wasn’t going anywhere. Little Sister was long in the making. In fact, Mother wouldn’t have waited so long for Little Sister if having me hadn’t ‘nearly killed’ her. Little Sister looked like a tadpole in the bath, had a rich godmother who gave her porcelain dolls, and looked like one, with long lashes and arched brows. Mother paid for a portrait photograph to be taken with Little Sister while I was at school. She didn’t like my frown. She said if the wind blew I would ‘stay that way’ and ‘if looks could kill’… Alex Corrin-Tachibana This poem was originally published in Artemis in 2020.
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