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My little brother could not wipe away my love of life despite reporting my experimentations that earned timeouts, punitive arrangements, to spare his own bottom from the stick with a fingers’ misdirects. Anger I ingested, held into manhood, when realization I should be worried about him — after drug use, failed marriages, abandoned and shunned by his woman daughter, having blown his share of a family fortune. I’m secure in my holdings. Head up, even in life defeat, because there is one worse off, needs, but won’t reach out to me, Mr. Armless — cut off after that great disease called childhood. My heart with widening chambers ready to hold him within, yet ache from emptiness. 4.28.24 22 lines, free verse Created here/now in minutes…from informed experience not so dissimilar from PTSD of yore. If anyone ever accepts me unconditionally as human, I’ll hold them as dear life. Brother, not my friend, hated me, jealous, yet as the youngest, most freckled, adored. I too, don’t have a relationship with his only offspring, a lovely young woman. How flawed this human experience navigated? P.S., if I spend two hours in one sitting here; that’s on you. |