for my unnamed brother (1943-1943)
I was left out I was chosen second & then left out I was left handed I was left to fend for myself I was the second in command the second in line I came without direction
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I want the milk I want my first pick I want choice & all its implications there was a
residue of scar between us it chafed when we rubbed our chests together
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hello, brother, hello? hello in there, brother, can you hear me? it’s a long tunnel to the grave speak
you were my first god I was rapt in your coming (mother better eat her vegetables, she better chew chew chew)
what’s bitter between us
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I want the
milk I need it for my teeth they’re soft the gums bleed there’s the evidence
on my toothbrush I got the second draft I need calcium to make up I
got a job & left I don’t know where you’re buried
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what do you need? what will make you happy? what do you want? the dead do have mouths & appetites suck it up there’s plenty in the ice box more where that came from
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if somebody asked me what’s next I wouldn’t know I took my hands off her like something hot or fragile or in pain I was aghast at suffering how you can feed & feed it & it’s never full
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there’s a separation between us a suppuration there’s just the space of an idea I don’t know what’s missing it’s a blind spot sometimes my left eye focuses & its like looking at both of us through a window
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I’m telling you the facts of life for you haven’t been told yet you’re in your late fifties you’re dis- eased or disinterested a queer unable to come out of the casket o.k.
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you live this life I’ll live the next she only has enough milk for one baby I’ll go around this time you come the next that time you’ll have a better mother I
promise you that
—Toi Derricotte
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