Those sister signs have got it in for me

 
They personify day

that burning star
hanging in blue skies
like a stranger, my
pupils dilating in
and out settling
into the light
they shed.

I personify night

that bombay cat
under a streetlight
replicating chaos
beneath a humid
dark summer sky,

cleaning whiskers
in the aftermath of
marking their skin
in rituals, slowly
peeling away a
unfamiliarity in
their core.