Siblings

We are four
who fight
and love
and go our own way

We are
one wholly individual
who listens to pocket music
and lives in a basement

Two who steals people
for poems
and souls for her own use

Three who is delicious
and sulks
who learns to draw maps
and learns to draw blood

And four who is maddening
and loved
Who is clever
and chased by girls

We are four who live forever
children
in a wheat field

© mikaela castledine 1985

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About Mikaela

I am an artist and writer living in the Perth Hills
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