My brother, only by a half, is the best half there is.
Gift giving is his specialty. I was four
when he gave me a broken
Powerpuff Girl nightlight to push away
the darkness. I was seven
when he bought me a PS2 with his favorite games
without a memory card. I was ten
when he made me an aunt to three boys
I'd only ever see twice. I was fourteen
when he sent me origami flowers
in the mail without a return address. I was eighteen
when he handed me
down his car that he tricked
our dad into paying for. I was twenty-one
when he sent his blue scrawl
begging and pleading across the lined
prison paper folded over a smashed and deformed
origami flower.
