your dirt-caked bare feet,
your dried lips, formless drapings, 
and your hair—earth and rain-stained.
What houses you?
The paths that hold us apart are so few
The changing lines are a hair’s breadth apart. 
Sister, what houses you?! 
I fear for what I have while your eyes 
dream in nothing. 
Oh, sister! How have you lived?! 
My fear is you!
Yet, I seek courage 
in your       nullity.