I hammered up the stairs and peeked in
The Blanket stretched over him carefully tucked in all the right places to cover his feet, his shoulders like skin
He opened his eyes and whispered my name
"I'm trying to take a nap," he said then, smiling
I reached down, took in the scent of bonfire
The morning was spent brush in hand carrying all of the tree to the fire
My mother complained of cramped feet,
My father ladeled tomatoe soup into two bowls
My little brother is still a child trying to climb out
Somewhere it became stunted
Someone put him back down
He is still small yet the skin wrapped around his organs is almost 28 years old.
How did this happen?
I kissed him on the cheek and whispered "I just wanted to say hi" and I left just as quickly
Just enough that he knows I'm still here
Not too much to smother him
...
This is research and art and
The bookends to all the events
This is a collection of tears
They are shoved
With salt sprinkled delicacy into this space
Can you feel what I feel?
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