Poem: My Brother

My Brother

Words: Naomi Yung
Image: Alina Stefanescu
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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.

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