I loved the way she used to dress. Buttery white silk Victorian nightgowns and roman slippers Sliding on some pantyhose and putting on some dark green stilettos To get out of the house and smoke her cinnamon cigars At the decrepit cafe on St Jude’s Avenue, all my friends envied me For having such a beautiful, troubled older sister that made Giving up on life look so glamorous. Anyway, time has passed The nightgowns are worn out and covered by…