My sister walks into the kitchen
Relaxed and happy, I can tell
But still, she is blustery
When she smiles
Her eyes are wide, as if in alarm
Her arms flop and swing
Her head almost rolls as she looks around
Unaware of her own weariness

She says, “Good Morning!”
She is in full makeup
Wearing a t-shirt dress
Unbuttoned to her sternum
Tight across every part of her that is covered
Which is not much
It’s the nipples, however
Showing through the dress
That make me blink, slowly
Deciding what to say

I should say, “The party is really casual.
It’s a backyard party for a one-year old.
Everyone will be in jeans.”
What I actually say is, “Is that what you’re wearing?”
Her head swings back violently
“Oh my god, Barbara.
You always do this.
I am really insecure and you always do this.”

Now she is gone, and I think about her
Dressing up like the people in magazines
Wearing the clothes
Like a veil
Wanting everyone to look
Hoping she won't be seen