It’s What Brothers Do
Poetry, Shannon Graham, Vol 1 Issue 2
Posted: April 18th, 2008 Track comments on this item via RSS
My brother
Sleeps on couches all over town
Steals my clothes and
Only comes home to shave
And eat everything in the fridge.
My brother
Is friends with his ex-girlfriends
Dating my friends
And nobody hates him.
My brother
Knows all the best fishing spots
Has probably been drunk at most of them
And makes me jump into them off high cliffs.
My brother is an asshole.
Man, I wish I could be like him
And also, push him off a bridge.
May 6th, 2008 at 5:33 am
Hi Shannon,
I really liked your poem, “My Brother.” It made me laugh, but also I liked the end-stopped lines. They seem perfect for a poem that is all about making definitive statements.
Laurie