Separation

(A reflection on courage,
the Iranian twins….)

you were always stronger
slept sounder, awoke more rested.
relished spicy foods, realized sooner
how different we are;
how daily tasks undid us -
undergarments, stockings, shoes,
waiting for the other to have her
morning bowel movement.

your voice was always stronger.

be brave sister,
taste this spot where the fruit
is bruised, sweet and crying for justice.
remember my scent, my touch,
the life we share so bravely
now
braver still - embrace
your life (without me).

I am with you in this, here
beneath the knife of Abraham
I trust and pray we both arise
to allow
one small forgiveness.
so soft I am not sure
if it be whisper or dream,
your defect or mine - harbouring
the last shadow of doubt.