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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