Excerpt from Four: “Dear Brother”
Sometimes Dad took Mom’s place
To lay by your side in the white room.
The gravel crunched under her tires
As Mom finally came home
To be with me.
I killed her on the inside
Because I acted like everything
We lived in different worlds.
I was ten
I lived at home
Surrounded by people
Who’d crouch down to my level
Their hands on their knees.
They dumbed down the truth for me
Until it was sickly sweet.
She was forty-five
And spent every minute on a cot
Next to her sick thirteen year old child.
She lived on almonds and barely moved
Because leaving his side
Felt more empty than any hunger.