Laura Finnell
Little Sister
Venus wants to be in love.
She's all washed tonight, gilt-skinned
and warm from a towel bath.
She crackles, she bubbles with good cheer,
a little terrestrial sister.
She wants to be the noticed one
and doesn't play with moons.
She has a crush on Mars
and Earth gets in their way. Years ago
she poured her jealous heart
over stone fields, envy becoming
bronze rima and mountains; Gula Mons,
Sif Mons, Maat Mons.
With the aeons,
Venus has grown up some,
but still thinks Earth
a drag.
Laura Finnell lives in Olympia, WA with her husband and three
cats. She is a member of Seattle's
Mercer Street Poets workshop and has been published in
Arnazella, Slightly West, and 4th Street. See her other poem this issue, Manifest Destiny
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