Nectar
Sonya Lustig


Little brother comes home every summer with scabbed knuckles and a hand drenched in honey,
He never knows where he’s been or quite when it happened,
He’s only sure that it wasn’t his fault.
There is a talk about compassion and karma and he nods always,
Licks his hands clean,
Says he’s sorry,
And no one is ever sure if he means it or not because
No one is ever sure what happened or
Where he’s been, 
But we’re sure that it’s nobody’s fault.

Big sister comes home every winter with chapped lips and her dark blue aura,
She never knows where to go or when to leave
She’s only sure that she’s not going to stay
There is a talk about renewal and regret and she nods always,
Cups her hands over her face,
Says she knows this,
And no one is ever sure if she does or not because
No one is ever sure where she’ll go or
Where she’s been
But we’re hoping she’ll stay until summer
 
 
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