Memories of my Brother

I decided I would challenge myself to write a poem for my brother every day this month and this is the result. It is rough and rugged and it is a mere work-in-progress but I'm just writing down stuff I want to say.



One day you took my shoulders
Between your hands
And peeled back the years between us
Like orange rind
You held on tight the fringes of my collar bone
And set free a tooth that
Had been chewing my gum
For weeks
So that I could eat a tuna sandwich

One evening I ruled a sunset garden
From a tree you'd climbed further
And the lawn was bristles
And the colour pink
Sat upon it like meringue on a melting cake
We conversed with a girl who'd hung herself
From the neighbours' window boxes
She told us that she ate leaves
So I reached for some sort of freshness
That could leak green upon my tongue
You said she was lying
But she was my next-door-neighbour-girl
So I made her tell the truth
As she swung from a lapped
Pane of glass
And laughed

One night our feet tangled
With each other's
Into question-marks and commas
That punctuated the conversation
Like pellets as we pencilled
Our thoughts on the ceiling
And you spoke to me in nonsense
And I spoke back
Our own language
Chaffed our lips and spilled liked wine
From a broken glass -
And we knew what we were saying
Because we'd counted out each
Garbled noise
To mean:
We're foreigners - You'll never understand

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