Monday, July 11, 2016

twin beds

I remember the bright
light
coming through the unshaded
window
where my brother and I slept
in twin beds,
across from one another.
he rose early,
I preferred to sleep in,
our nights
being different, what with
him
at the books and learning,
and me
out
on the street in the hollows
of parks
with friends,
not all of which were
boys.

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