Like some names that linger on your tongue, her name became my albatross. Always synonymous with mine, I knew it as intimately as I knew her.
My own. My beloved. My sister.
So, I tugged and pulled. Broke it into pieces. Put it back together like a puzzle I knew by heart.
And so, she became mine. And, mine alone.
My poem, “Shinjini’s Hazaar Songs,” modeled after my sister’s name (Shinjini) is now in Toasted Cheese Literary Journal’s December issue. It was also workshopped in Carolyn Smart’s class in March earlier this year. You can read it here.