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My Brother The police called my mother Today About a body Found in the bottom Of the river. They say it is my Brother’s. But it can’t be my brother Because he said he’d always be here for me It can’t be my brother Because he wouldn’t kill himself Over stupid things like girls and school It can’t be my brother Because he wouldn’t leave me alone like this Without guidance, in a world so cruel-- Without him. So I’ll tell myself That it can’t be my brother As I stare at the cold body in the cedar box With hair the exact color of my brother’s, With the same concealed blue of his eyes I’ll tell myself That it can’t be my brother As everyone around me Clutches at each other And breaks down and cries “So sorry”— “A tragedy” Everyone sighs-- But it can’t be my brother. #Unreal #Poetry #NaomiYung #Family #Death #Loss #Sibling #Grief #Photography #Collaboration #Crime Visit our shop and subscribe. Sponsor us. Submit and become a contributor. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter.
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Cream Mountain Getaway Stacey, Amanda, and Kate were all driving in Amanda’s SUV through a light flurry along curvy rural mountains roads in route to their long-weekend ski retreat at the Cream Mountain Resort located just outside of Boone, North Carolina. Amanda was behind the wheel and Stacey rode shotgun. Amanda and Kate had planned the trip at the last minute to promote the well being of their long-time good friend Stacey, who had recently gone through a very difficult breakup with her boyfriend, Travis. Stacey and Travis got along fabulously when they started dating, but Travis had been secretly taking oxycontin when they met, and his usage grew more and more severe as their relationship intensified. Stacey was convinced to finally end the relationship last week when Travis had turned violent for a second time. Stacey had been quiet ever since her friends picked her up at her mother’s house, where she had been staying since she broke up with Travis and left the apartment they shared together.
When Amanda turned up the volume to the music, Stacey leaned over and turned it down. “Come on Stacey, lighten up a little! We’re going to Cream to have fun! Not pout about that loser,” Amanda said. “I don’t want to talk about it.” “Stacey he hit you. He’s addicted to drugs. He couldn’t be a bigger loser.” “Look I know he’s a loser okay? But I still have all these feelings for him and it doesn’t make it easier for me to enjoy myself when you bring him up. Can we please just clear the air and talk about other things? Anything but Travis?” “Fair enough,” Amanda said. But she didn’t mean it. She wished Stacey would quit acting like such a victim. Even though the weekend was ostensibly about Stacey getting her mind off of Travis, the obvious corollary was that they would all have a good time partying in the mountains. Amanda just wished Stacey would be more of a sport. They passed a series of gas stations and mom-and-pop eateries in a small town, before the small civilization disappeared and the road ran through an old-growth forest that ran parallel to a bucolic stream. An occasional fisherman in waders casted a reel in to the gurgling waters. “I don’t see how they fish in the cold like this,” Kate said. “I mean, it doesn’t seem fun.” “I guess if you loved it, you’d do it as often as you could, regardless of the weather,” Stacey said. “Yeah, like I could chase boys in any climate,” Kate said. “I told you I don’t want to talk about boys,” Stacey said. |