spiderwolves

my little sister came to visit from tennessee last week. i have a cat who i named "sister" because my sister used to pretend she was a cat and she would sleep curled up on her pillow and night and make me pet her and she would purr and purr. now she's a cowgirl. like, a real one. i'm pretty sure she fakes her southern accent. we grew up in the south, but after having moved to germany for four years and then to maine during fairly formative years...any traces of such accent faded away. she moved to tennessee a couple years ago and her accent is thick as molasses sometimes and thin as wax paper the next. we're sort of estranged. i only see her once a year. i miss her phone calls more often than i should. we were really close when we were young but something happened and we grew apart. i feel like we can't really relate to eachother anymore. i feel closer to my brothers because i feel like they know what makes me tick. she's kind of just this person that i love. like, she used to be a caterpillar and i was something of a caterpillar too and now she's a butterfly and i'm a moth and the past is so distant and we can't remember how we were the same but we can feel that we were. whatever. she helped me trim egypt's nails because i'm scared to make her bleed and hate me:


our momma puttered around and ironed things that no one ever wears or uses.


and babies took naps on couches