You were born in June light
when the lazy rays of summer are
at their brightest
And the sun beats the backs of men
like Apollo’s stinging whip.
I was born during February’s freeze
when the snowflakes kiss your cheek
in frenzied flurries
And winter winds howl at your door
like wounded Persephone.
We are sisters—
Alike in blood and birth alone.
In thought and soul we remain
locked inside our own archipelagos
Our songs forever clashing as we
tango around the other in clumsy
Arms never to reach outwards in a
I’ll never know your season well
enough to call it home.