My Sister Arrived At My Wedding Wearing A White Bridal Gown

of tissue.

At the very bottom sat my lipstick. The exact shade she’d copied.

Not stolen from that day.

Taken months earlier from my bathroom and never returned.

I held it a second, then put it back in the box.

The sapphire ring lives in my dresser now, wrapped in one corner of my mother’s blue scarf.

I wear it sometimes.

Not because I won.

Because she was continue reading …