“A Song for My Brother” Morgan Walker
We love each other in the 30 minute drive//to our parents’ house in the country. Driving on//the dark and angular road, headlights wash over us
We love each other in the 30 minute drive//to our parents’ house in the country. Driving on//the dark and angular road, headlights wash over us
Prologue//The pads of her fingers//dot the surface//of this ocean
You really are my daughter, says my mom. Her hand//slick with honey and coated with swan feathers
flirty and asymmetrical//the houses that cling to each other//like a blue and yellow chain
The beating of my heart reminds me I am alive//a steady beat, trapped in a bone cage
Crack my skull and from my brain sprouts lilies//white ones, like those at my mother’s wedding, pristine but stained with bits of myself