today i am tired
and it's raining
it has been for most of the day
coming in through the back door
is the rose wood kitchen
table
and how long
has this been going on
on it still warm in the center
is a small yellow puddle
and with my finger
i touch, it's still warm
after i smell it, i taste it
and i ask,
how long has my brother been gone?
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