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Do you remember my sister? how many mistakes did she make with those never blinking eyes? I couldn’t work it out I swear she could read your mind, your life, the depths of your soul at one glan
Aybe she was stripping herself away, saying
Here I am, this is me
I am yours and everything about me, everything you see
If only you look hard enough
I never could
Our life was a pillow-fight we’d stand there on the quilt, our hands clenched ready her with her milky teeth, so late for her age, and a stanley knife in her hand she sliced the tyres on my b
Nd I couldn’t forgive her
She went blind at the age of five we’d stand at the bedroom window and she’d get me to tell her what I saw I’d describe the houses opposite, the little patch of grass next to the path, the gat
H it’s rotten hinges forever wedged open that dad was always going to fix she’d stand there quiet for a moment I thought she was trying to develop the images in her own head then she’d say:
I can see little twinkly stars,
Like christmas tree lights in faraway windows
Rings of brightly coloured rocks
Floating around orange and mustard planets
I can see huge tiger striped fishes
Chasing tiny blue and yellow dashes,
All tails and fins and bubbles
I’d look at the grey house opposite, and close the curtains
She burned down the house when she was ten I was away camping with the scouts the fireman said she’d been smoking in bed - the old story, I thought the cat and our mum died in the flames, so
Ook us to stay with our aunt in the country he went back to london to find us a new house we never saw him again
On her thirteenth birthday she fell down the well in our aunt’s garden and broke her head she’d been drinking heavily on her recovery her sight returned, a fluke of nature everyone said that’
N she said she’d never blink again I would tell her when she started at me, with her eyes wide and watery, that they reminded me of the well she fell into she liked this, it made her laugh
She moved in with a gym teacher when she was fifteen, all muscles he was he lost his job when it all came out, and couldn’t get another one not in that kind of small town everybody knew every
Lse’s business my sister would hold her head high, though she said she was in love they were together for five years until one day he lost his temper he hit over the back of the neck with hi
Lworker she lost the use of the right side of her body he got three years and was out in fifteen months we saw him a while later, he was coaching a non-league football team in a cornwall seas
Own I don’t think he recognized her my sister had put on a lot of weight from being in a chair all the time she’d get me to stick pins and stub out cigarettes in her right hand she’d laugh l
Ad because it didn’t hurt her left hand was pretty good though we’d have arm wrestling matches, I’d have to use both arms and she’d still beat me
We buried her when she was 32 me and my aunt, the vicar, and the man who dug the hole she said she didn’t want to be cremated and wanted a cheap coffin so the worms could get to her quickly s
Id she liked the idea of it, though I thought it was because of what happened to the cat, and our mum
Aybe she was stripping herself away, saying
Here I am, this is me
I am yours and everything about me, everything you see
If only you look hard enough
I never could
Our life was a pillow-fight we’d stand there on the quilt, our hands clenched ready her with her milky teeth, so late for her age, and a stanley knife in her hand she sliced the tyres on my b
Nd I couldn’t forgive her
She went blind at the age of five we’d stand at the bedroom window and she’d get me to tell her what I saw I’d describe the houses opposite, the little patch of grass next to the path, the gat
H it’s rotten hinges forever wedged open that dad was always going to fix she’d stand there quiet for a moment I thought she was trying to develop the images in her own head then she’d say:
I can see little twinkly stars,
Like christmas tree lights in faraway windows
Rings of brightly coloured rocks
Floating around orange and mustard planets
I can see huge tiger striped fishes
Chasing tiny blue and yellow dashes,
All tails and fins and bubbles
I’d look at the grey house opposite, and close the curtains
She burned down the house when she was ten I was away camping with the scouts the fireman said she’d been smoking in bed - the old story, I thought the cat and our mum died in the flames, so
Ook us to stay with our aunt in the country he went back to london to find us a new house we never saw him again
On her thirteenth birthday she fell down the well in our aunt’s garden and broke her head she’d been drinking heavily on her recovery her sight returned, a fluke of nature everyone said that’
N she said she’d never blink again I would tell her when she started at me, with her eyes wide and watery, that they reminded me of the well she fell into she liked this, it made her laugh
She moved in with a gym teacher when she was fifteen, all muscles he was he lost his job when it all came out, and couldn’t get another one not in that kind of small town everybody knew every
Lse’s business my sister would hold her head high, though she said she was in love they were together for five years until one day he lost his temper he hit over the back of the neck with hi
Lworker she lost the use of the right side of her body he got three years and was out in fifteen months we saw him a while later, he was coaching a non-league football team in a cornwall seas
Own I don’t think he recognized her my sister had put on a lot of weight from being in a chair all the time she’d get me to stick pins and stub out cigarettes in her right hand she’d laugh l
Ad because it didn’t hurt her left hand was pretty good though we’d have arm wrestling matches, I’d have to use both arms and she’d still beat me
We buried her when she was 32 me and my aunt, the vicar, and the man who dug the hole she said she didn’t want to be cremated and wanted a cheap coffin so the worms could get to her quickly s
Id she liked the idea of it, though I thought it was because of what happened to the cat, and our mum
