Old Maids

sisiter sister
we are one in the same
hips alike
breasts alike
relationships same
kind
same time
oh sister sister
what will 
we do when 
our breasts sag and
our hips are wider
than the ocean
and we have made too many
male
friends
we'll simply
sit
on our porch
sip our margaritas
smoke our cigarettes
and thank god
we are
women.

Kelly Lamm's Questions:

1.  How do you feel about the subject matter?

2.  Does the rhythm flow throughout the poem?

3.  What suggestions do ou have to improve the poem?