I Remember This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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I remember his smell
Of Johnson's Baby Oil.
Warm, weird, kinda heavy.
His skin shiny,
Cheeks like tomatoes.

I remember the black sandals
He always wore,
Whether we shot hoops
Followed by an order of pizza,
Or raced our mountain bikes
Through the park.

I remember the songs
He listened to.
Rock, Pop, and more Rock.
Somehow, those are the same ones
I listen to now.

I remember his sense of humor.
Sometimes gut busting,
As he made faces
And mocked people.
Sometimes disgusting,
As he blew his fart
From his hand to my face:
A kiss that kills.

I remember when he left,
He left that oil smell
In his room, now mine.
The smell is long gone.
I remember him as my cousin.
I remember him as my babysitter.
I realize he had really been
My big brother.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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jordann_lil_guh said...
Jul. 21, 2009 at 6:09 pm
This is cute.
 
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