From a dead sleep
By a ringing phone.
To hear your older
brother
At the other end
Repeating to you,
Till you get it,
Till your mind
Discerns that
This is not a
dream:
“He’s saying Kivi’s
dead,”
You hear your own voice
Speak the words
So that your lover
Can perhaps explain
To you what’s going
on
“He says a heart
attack,”
As yours feels like
It’s going to beat
a hole
Right through your
chest.
Dead. The
brother who
You haven’t spoken
to
For years, the one
Who hurt you,
Shaped who you’d
become --
No more the brother
You’re not speaking
to,
Because you won’t,
is
Now the brother
You won’t see again
Because you can’t.
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