older brother found religion,
he came
home from
college
and threw away my
priceless collection
of playboy
magazines
that i had chronologically
stacked in the closet.
they were heirlooms,
precious antique
renderings, air brushed
girls of the sixties.
all of them gone.
the bunnies,
the art work,
the jokes,
the car reviews
and short stories,
the advice column
that helped me
get along.
all gone.
he still owes me.
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