THE SISTERS
I am the third sister,
the one who married far away.
The triangle is the most resistant form in nature.
Force spreads evenly along each side.
And then we all know what fairy tales say.
Without dueling princes or wicked stepmothers,
we were left with very few choices.
But you won’t see us in the sky at nighttime
with our flights, and plots, and curses
(yet do not doubt we’re capable).
Now all three of us are grey-haired.
Our children are growing.
We stir the broth until the break of dawn
each bringing what she can:
the flesh, the blood, at times the salt,
on occasions, a hand only.
Then we go our separate ways before sunrise.
Fairy tales are right to give their warnings.
Force spreads evenly along every side.