Sister

3 a.m.
A.C. on,
lights off.
under the blankets
I'm trying to sleep
But all I see
is the light
from under the door.
It's my sister
in her room
reading Bridget Jones.
She puts down her book
When sees me come in
with messed up hair
in my Mickey Mouse pajamas.
We talk
about boys
about men.
High school.
College.
Share gossip
like we share shoes.
and I wonder why
all my friends
hate older sisters.