Day 19

My sister lets me borrow her sunglasses.

I take her everywhere she wants to go-

heart in my stomach,

shaking hands at 9 and 3-

This is new.

She puts the sunglasses on for me at a red light.

I pretend it is my mother driving 

instead of me.

That I am my mother.

My heart returns to its home.

My clock hands do not tremble.

This is good.

The light changes again,

and I am not my mother.

My sister and I play dress-up in the front seat.

We are advisory speed signs.

Yellow lights.

too small to be heeded.

too small to be alone.