About Sisters, I Guess

In the sadness of our happiness I'm flattened on a wave. A violent violet rises upon its descent. Shady poetry in a surging heat While dolphins rest jumping off my Tuna-slick knees. I could use a chapter title, if you please? No, I am not Siamese. The weakness for ice cold couplet lemonade stands, Stands to reason, we drive on like raisins that can drive Only to gag on the old lolly. The cracker doesn't even want a Polly. Not at this point. So sick of points. But more sick of no point. Let's just communicate in indiscriminate gurgles. Not a fan? My sister said the same thing.