My brilliant, ingenious sister had the idea
to make paper aeroplanes to throw at you,
when you argued,
and to write "DON'T FIGHT" along the wings.
As if an attack across the streams between you
would confuse and dissipate
whatever had come between.
Don't fight.
It makes love look so fragile.
Like every failure will send love flying,
spreading shrapnel.
Like anger will always descend
and steal affection away,
whenever a mistake is made.
Maybe the next time,
when the shouting was about to start,
and the air became thin and taught,
the aeroplanes flew un-thrown
and circled round and round you,
stopping you splitting apart,
until time blew through.
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