Early, in our separate rooms, we were wrong to believe in a middling, an I, the illusion of self within the chimera of family. When he lifted our doors from their hinges, he punished us not only with being seen, but with admitting, at last, to influence. Being mirrors, it was impossible to be children. Impossible, too, to mature. I come to you now, seeking all I once renounced: mainly, open doors, though finally, I’d rather no doors at all. Sister, I remain—
Katherine Fallon’s chapbook, The Toothmakers’ Daughters, is available through Finishing Line Press, and her full-length collection, Gold Star, is forthcoming from Eyewear Publishing. She shares domestic square footage with two cats and her favorite human, who helps zip her dresses. She can be found at katherinefallon.com or @ghostelephants on IG.