ARR 1988 - Flipbook - Page 84
For My Brother
I have written you poems before.
They were small and complete,
Neat,
Safe from you.
I was afraid you would read them.
Take hold of me
Beat them.
I have been afraid of you all my life,
Even now
That we are men.
I imagine a thousand times
calling your house.
I have called to tell you
that I hate you,
I say.
I have called to tell you
that I love you.
You say,
"Yeah John,
I know.
But why did you call?"
Jack Deveny
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