The nasturtium sisters

They speak with high-pitched voices
They love the arts
Everything about them is larger
Than life
Such strange creatures
Surely from the same stock
That inspired Edna
And her glasses
And her gladioli
A simple hello
Never enough
When there’s a chance
To leave a lipstick stained indelible impression
On a cheek
On a childhood
On muscle memory
Recoiling even now