where I laughed at something on the internet about Harry Potter and was sourcing the link to show my brother. I instantly started weeping.
I too often forget he’s gone.
with a kiss to the cheek and words wholly unambiguous in their stark vagueness. He took a bus across state lines to see me, and yet his backpack erased the imprints of my fingertips before we even said goodbye (which sounded less like goodbye and far closer to I know).
I am exhausted. The dust has settled in my ventricles now that you are done skipping stones across my flesh. I am made of nothing but water-ripples.