I’m feeling Leah today.
She must have grown weary of being
the tender-eyed one
with a beautiful sister.
Not a bit do wit and heart reverse rude
beatings of reflections.
Today I am not the younger fare
who was favored at the well.
I’m feeling Leah today.
Waves of pride and jealousy
break upon each other
and surge for an outlet.
Pride in what she had—Rachel;
Jealousy because of what I am—Rachel.
On good days, I feel Rachel.
I wonder if there were days
when her Rachel felt me.
