When she was small I couldn’t see
her I held her hand in tendered
obligation fed her because
she was hungry
slapped her because
she spoke one day she stole
my underwear
I climbed to the top of
our bunk beds my waist a cradle over her’s
my fists a marsh of dead moons
shadowing her little face
after two taps I felt the
monstrosity of my putrid desires
flatten
my intrinsic knowings
suddenly afraid to bruise the small
genius
the strange foreign god of sisterhood
it was then I knew
I loved her something bad
she’s off to college going to study
some aerospace biomedical nanoscience
shit some shit only white people think
to study because access is a frame
of reference an organizing principle
in the family group chat she sweats us out
with her excitement about next semester
and 8 a.m. trig
in high school I failed everything
graduated with underwhelming decimals
the dark trauma of men lining my transcript
but baby girl has got something
I don’t
it’s called discipline and
it moves her through the world slow
and deliberate all the night a platform
all the trains just stations away
she’s off to space camp in a few weeks
and so fucking casual about it I say, hey
maybe you should be an astronaut yea, thinking
about it as if it were a breakfast burrito or
mommy’s oxtail
my girl my young knight
driving a needle through the inflated
boundaries of ambiguous sciences I think
shiiiiiiit imagine?? My sister an astronaut???
lineage narrated through the brat
of my heart into
the prodigious stuff of the stars
towering in bigness
bigger than you and you and you
and you and you.