How I Learned How to Love
by Margaret Cipriano

My sister comes home at night
When the TV is buzzing
Like a mason jar of flies
And asks me if I've ever
Been in love

I can't answer her question
With my stupid, toneless tongue
Whatever I say
Will not be as beautiful
As what she wants to hear

For some reason
She is swaying, dancing
In the dark purple night
To some slow song
Only she must hear

As she places her hand
On her hot, red cheek
Tracing the shadow of a palm
I'm not sure even she knows
How to love

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