My sister was born
two months after her due date.
I have never been able to decide
if it was a miscalculation
on the doctor's part
or if she had been
very comfortable where she was.

When she learned to walk,
it was in reverse pigeon-toe.
Our mother joked
that since her feet
were always pointed
in different directions,
she would never know
where she was headed.

I, on the other hand,
was born with scoliosis,
which I inherited from my mother.
My crooked spine
caused my left leg
to be almost two inches
shorter than my right,
so, theoretically, one side of my body
could reach a destination
a little sooner than the other.

When my sister learned to drive
she always went
a little below the speed limit,
but I drove everywhere
as though all of my body weight
was stored in the front part of my foot.
When my sister complained,
I pretended to respond to her
with the turn signal in morse code,
just to confuse her
about where I would be turning.