Oh sister, They laugh at the question,
They laugh when others ask “who’s your favorite”
“Oh we don’t have one” they promise,
Yet my spine hardens, straightens, as they glance at me, my smile widens, needles holding my face in place,
poking and prodding, always watching,
I glance at you, you caught their gaze towards me
you smile too, your smile is sharper,
your not use to it, the plastic,
befor...