you 5 feet two tiptoes high
double dimple smile walking in happy stagger
away from our mama's wash the dishes clean and dry
you dirty soap water sinking with my anger down the drain
set of plates half done
you carefree soap bubble
midday bubble bath splattered on my back
you running running
away from my astonished wonder
can you really be my brother
when fun marries you so well like a long awaited for last name
but anyway you are only eight
and i cant blame you for showing up late
after all
i stole all the responsibility
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