My sister always said she would kill herself
when she turned 13.
Suicide is a new concept to children.
Terrible enough to be unimaginably
I took my duties seriously
as the elder sibling
and teased and teased.
She never pouted or cried,
but stiffened her small hands
and upper lip.
“When I am 13, I will kill myself,” she said
“Then you’ll be sorry.”
On her 13th birthday, I said, “Well?”
But by then she didn’t know
what I was talking about.
-Lo, wearing the awesome purple pants.