she was shaking and talking
  louder and louder
  each sentence was sifted
  to a very fine powder
  her face was wet and tight
  her grip was cold and light
  a strong wind could blow you down
  I heard myself say
  word up sister
  a strong wind
  could take me away
    I said how long have
  you been at large
  they told me you were stashed
  last time I asked
  she said I've been out now
  for all of three hours
  I just resurfaced
  and here you are
  I must admit
  that it has been hard
  so far
    I said skeletons are fine
  your closet or mine
  and we took turns recounting
  the details of lost time
  and when we had both
  admitted it all
  we threw our heads back
  and laughed until we cried
  we laughed because the world
  is absurd and beautiful and small
    there we were
  washed up on the curb
  as the rush hour traffic
  went out with the tide
  and I was aware that
  with every word spoken and shared
  I could see her shaking subside
  I said sister looks to me
  like you're going to be fine