almost matching tops

(NaPoWriMo, day 20: ‘write a poem about a handmade or homemade gift that you have received.’)

i’m wearing it now, the top
my sister sewed from fabric
we chose together, one day
in the summer of 2018
between admiring traffic lights
in the shape of karl marx
nostalgic eating and outdoor jazz.
shapes and colours that
we like, that like us
look like they’re
from the seventies:
orange brown red black white beige.
colours that go with
the colour of hair we share, or almost.

unlike me my sister
feels confident
with a sewing machine
with drawing and cutting
and following the lines
of a top i have liked and worn out –
loose and comfortable and
slightly flared.
hers will be different –
tighter less flowing.
we try them on as she
cuts pins sews hems irons:
making space for arms to move
adjusting length
and flareyness
in that feel-good mirror of hers.

we end up with
almost matching tops
almost like when
long ago
it was her who was
the smaller one
and some thought we
might be twins.

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