my brother is bodyless
*
I project my brother’s unforgotten body
onto men who pass me by
and reminisce
*
he stays dead
my younger brother feels older than me now
*
you destroyed yourself
and I came to say don’t disappear
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a part of our mother
stretches itself towards the sky in July
*
a part of our mother is running around
trying to find her child
trying to recuperate
trying to hold onto her child
*
a part of our mother twitches
when she hears your name
because your name is a wound inside of her body now
Croque-Melpomene 