Sunday, November 15, 2015

she has our nose.

my brother cried the first time he saw her.
dropped to his knees, pressed his face to warm stomach, said
"i'm yours, 
i'm yours.

he straightens his tie in the morning, slides his arms into "Dad" like a winter coat, kisses the boy he 
found in the woods, says
"you are mine, 
you are mine."

my brother is becoming our father,
she has his nose.

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