Family Poems

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Mother

Do you remember when
you called me because you’d taken some pills
and you needed
someone to lead you home.

I can still hear
the angry horns through your car phone,
feel my heart tumbling into my stomach,
as I struggled to help you navigate a route
you’d taken hundreds of times.
You made it home in one piece, but I—
did not.

Brother

I am sorry:
because at night,
when the dark takes its,
and every answer has been given,
has been wrong,
I wish you were better
I wish you were different
I wish you were not here

My life could be only mine.


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