Remember, Brother? MAG

By Chelsea H., Bend, OR

     Milky warm days
Of fighting over
After-dinner candy
And a small puppy’s
Affection, so fickle.
Tossed words like the
Salad Mom used to make:
Nonexistent.
Before the time
Without parents
(Which came quite
Early for us.)
But soon after,
When cussing dropped
Raw from my teeth
Because you
Did. It. Too!
When you taught me
That legs moving
Away
Always felt better.
And one day
We wouldn’t stop
At the apartment entrance.
The time for fighting
Tripping down corridors,
But love just below
Our frigid surface.
Everything bleeding out
When we were
Old enough to realize
We hated ourselves
As much as we
Hated them.




Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 4 comments.


i love this so much!

on Jan. 28 2010 at 9:33 pm
This is beautiful. Wow keep writing

Victaria GOLD said...
on Sep. 11 2009 at 2:47 pm
Victaria GOLD, New Braunfels, Texas
14 articles 22 photos 30 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind"
-Dr. Seuss

im speechless. that was amazing! i could totally feel the emotions and the way you pieced your analogies together was...yeah speechless.

on Sep. 11 2009 at 11:45 am
Dokidoki-rin GOLD, Clarence, New York
14 articles 6 photos 25 comments

Favorite Quote:
Whattaya gonna do, ya know?

Wow, this is powerful. the tossed salad line was great. Well, the whole thing was.


SciArc

MacMillan Books

Aspiring Writer? Take Our Online Course!