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I see them, Sometimes they make me feel guilty

Brothers

I see them,

Sometimes they make me feel guilty

That I don't wrap my heart as tightly around my sister

As they do for each other.

Their smiles zing in the air

An endless tide of quiet but obvious contentment that they are here here here

As they yell at each other it's always resolved with a fact they found on tv

A play they saw on the gram

And they settle back, seashells sinking slowly sedated by the sun's warmth

I watch them, marveling how lucky it is to be a boy

Pettiness doesn't consume them, no Jonahs trapped inside of them

Due to disobedience...

When he left for college my mother shed pearls of pain that I tenderly picked up, though embarrassed. It was expected. But when we got home

My youngest brother

saw

no thing

nothing

no sun

no sky clouds brimming over his mug ready to be sipped

It was empty no it was full

I could not get over him sobbing

I could not move

My fingers seemed to lost their voices, their rights to vote. I only stood, a sopping chick that just experienced the world for the first time. I watch my brother melt

Melt like the icecream he and him had their saliva dripping all over the car as they laughed about

swirlings and mercury and stars and space

I had an urge to hug my sister

But I don't think it would match the hugs

My brothers emotionally made for each other.

I see them, Sometimes they make me feel guilty That I don't wrap my heart as tightly around my sister As I do for each other. Their smiles zing in the air An endless tide of quiet but obvious contentment that they are here here here As they yell at each other it's always resolved with a fact they found on tv A play they saw on the gram And they settle back, seashells sinking slowly sedated by the sun's warmth I watch them, marveling how lucky it is to be a boy Pettiness doesn't consume them, no Jonahs trapped inside of them Due to disobedience... When he left for college my mother shed pearls of pain that I tenderly picked up, though embarrassed. It was expected. But when we got home My youngest brother saw no thing nothing no sun no sky clouds brimming over his mug ready to be sipped It was empty no it was full I could not get over him sobbing I could not move My fingers seemed to lost their voices, their rights to vote. I only stood, a chick that just experienced the word for the first time. I watch my brother melt Melt like the icecream he and him had their saliva dripping all over the car as they laughed about swirlings and mercury and stars and space I had an urge to hug my sister But I don't think it would match the hugs My brothers emotionally made for each other.

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