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.


17. XVII

If I'd ever been anything more
Than the two thirds thing I am
Then I'd have traced the spooled spaghetti
Abandoned on ceramic
To its source
And I would have questioned the little habits
That you twitched yourself into,
Ingraining into your hard-drive
The cat and mouse
Kiss chase game
Of living off rewards
That never kissed you back
And I would have held you back
By the bowed veins that had no choice
But to river across your skin
Because when you drowned in yourself
And your body
We drowned too
And if I was ever anything more
Than the two thirds girl I am
I would not have explained you as
"It's like anorexia, but for happiness"
I would instead  have told that
Girl on the bus that the way you'd dipped
Yourself in Potassium Chlorate
And were waiting for someone to set you on fire
Was, quite simply,

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