If sister threatens sister with kitchen shears,
slicing each crusty blade an inch from her throat, let us rejoice
and be glad in it. For hers, is the kingdom
of the world. She who needs salvation
seeks it. Or she doesn’t and drags sister
by the hair down the staircase.
If an idea of grave sin should penetrate sister’s mind,
she kicks holes in the door. Ply them with spackle
before Mother and Father get home,
and your family shall be passed over. In the belly
of a whale, don’t be the one spit back into the sea.
Be the one who devours the whale
from the inside out and surfs to shore
on a giant, buoyant bone. Strike the bone
to the ground. Open, and then close the sea,
and let sister, still swimming, drown.