Party

My inside seize up sometimes when I think about

my sister.

She is glitter and vodka and beauty inside and out

and I can't contain my love for her

I have seen her grow into a woman

Who is strong and funny and kind

And I am so glad we share more than blood.

She is having a party and I am the old one sitting alone watching.

She buzzes and makes people laugh as she refills their glasses

Her style is slaying all others.

I beam

and I wonder is this the protective love people have

when they see their child for the first time?

My sister spots me

Comes over and hugs me

And she asks

"How much have you had to drink?"