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  • Writer's pictureDon Rearden

Oh, Brother!





despite what my sisters say now

I was not the best brother 

I teased and tortured them

taunted and tattled 


I once loaded Beth 

into a leg cannon 

and shot her across the living room,

over the pile of pillows

breaking her arm


Jess wore a bright green shirt

she loved, and for no reason

I mocked, made lyrics  

tormented her to tears


it’s true, I was horrible 

and as great as they 

might say I am now 

—pretty much perfect— 

I’m sure they appreciate 

how I helped 

them become so tough

and cool


like their big brother



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