When I Hear My Sister's Voice

When I hear my sister's voice, crackling, fading in and out of reception, talking to other people in the car, overlapping and echoing my words in the way that we talk, bawling how she has been trying to reach me, her voice careening along the side of the road along the hills above Port of Spain, dashing around maxi taxis, her satellite voice in my ear, when I hear my sister's voice, I float in our never never land home, where we drift among lilies and laugh at the stars.