When I was very young I had a sister.
Her name was Jessie, and she was two things:
she was a floppy bear with long brown fur
and she was a way into
OK, so Jessie was my little sister -
I looked out for her and helped her grow up,
because I was her big sister,
even though I was a boy.
With Jessie I felt differently,
I knew different ways to act
and I could teach her
what a girl was, and it was almost like
My real sister was born when I was five
and I put Jessie away
because I couldn’t be a sister and a brother
I couldn’t be a sister and a brother