I made a joke
(at least it made me laugh)
in my email to "bro"
but as he read it
in some dinky shack
in Chad
he didn't think it was funny
He doesn't understand
if I don't laugh, I will cry
He just thinks I'm irreverent
He thought so as we
poured mom's ashes into her
grave and I protected myself from the drizzle
with a Campbell plaid umbrella
"mom never even bought Campbell soup!",
he thought
"But she gave me the umbrella,
It was our joke!"
He couldn't understand
just as he can't now
and who is this man I call "brother"?
Why is he coming here?
He will just interfere
call me "sis"
short for little insignificant sister
and resent me for being in charge
I do just fin without him
thank you
always have
always will
oh once he stood upon a
little sister made pedistal
I had looked up to him
called him my big brother
But I pushed him off that
long ago
and now he comes
to be with my dad
and I must bury it all
deep inside
until they
both
leave me


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Nice writing.