Practical Joke on My Younger Sister
I sneak into the bathroom with a Dixie cup
of water—ice cold. Steam from her shower
kinks my hair.
This will be hilarious.
I tiptoe and reach my arm above
the rubber ducky-adorned shower curtain. A turn
of my hand elicits a scream. The curtain
rips down and the pole falls from the wall.
She stands, shampoo lathered
in her brown hair. Hints of
adipose tissue heave on her chest.
A new mass of curlicues nestles
between her legs. Her hands race
to these new features.
| Kristina Browder |
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