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ОглавлениеBARB AND JANE, PART I
Two sisters, fifteen months apart, sharing a yellow room.
They divided it in two; it drove Barb nuts
that Jane’s closet was on Barb’s side of the room.
All the myths have been juggled about, so
it’s hard now to figure out
who was messy, who was neat
who awkward, who popular.
Barb remembers wearing a patch over her eye
at age five, having braces, and being deeply sick
with rheumatic fever, so of course she thinks
Jane was much cuter, with her freckles
and fresh row of bangs. But their father maintains
Jane was wildly jealous of Barb’s social ease, her lanky body.
Barb remembers trying to steal Jane’s friends, writing her name
on every page of Jane’s journal, and hating her sister so much
she often imagined smothering her to death with a pillow.
