1. Movie Night
“She’s so pretty,” I whispered.
“And she knows it,” my sister said, dragging an afghan over her daughter, concealing slim legs and new curves.
“I say study hard. I do my best to ugly her up–wrong clothes, bad haircut. All that pretty keeps punching through.”
I punched the button on the DVD player, slid Pretty Woman into its envelope.
“It’ll be okay,” I said.
Neither of us believed it.
2. Candle in the Wind
“It’s too pretty out,” my sister said.
It was. Funerals deserve a rainy day.
She leaned into me.
She didn’t ask why. We knew why.
I asked, “How?”
She was shaking her head as if denial could change results. “She ran off. Some guy gonna make her a star. You know?”
We held hands. Her nails dug crescents into my palm as dirt showered the pretty coffin.
3. A Star is Born
My sister visited the hospital. My new daughter wailed, but I couldn’t touch her.
“What’s this about?” Sissy said, bustling over to tend the baby. She froze mid-reach.
My heart fell from hope to hell, tumbled like a star. “You see it too?”
Her hands went to fists. “She looks like Arielle.”
She gathered me in her arms. We rocked each other. “This time will be different,” she promised.
I wanted to believe.
A somber 69er threesome today with the focus on verbs. The word limit of each verse made this a challenge. All I can say is that at least one of my verbs rocks. This is my contribution to dVerse Poets Meeting the Bar. Stop by and see what others wrote or to join the fun yourself.