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YOUR BIG BRO JOSH: DECLASSIFIED #1
POEM — Dedicated to my siblings, Angel, Andy, Alaina.
Being the big brother is scary.
Fear and anxiety live rumpled up
and tucked into fresh, slim-jean pockets,
the ever-present possibility
the most important people in my life.
In some way, and somehow,
in my paranoid mind
any and every choice I make
I’ll see a role model, or a loser
back at me,
in the reflection of your eyes, tomorrow.
Though not requested, as the oldest,
I made it my burden in 1993
to be responsible
and watch over you
like you were my own kids.
I owned the role of the weird ‘bro-parent’,
and did my best
to make you proud
as the brother I thought you needed.
You have always been my best friends.
You’re the only old roommates I never stop missing.
You are my blood, my inspiration,
my strength, my weakness,
my life vest
in life’s deep end,
my three-day weekend
in a calendar chock full of Mondays.
I’m sure you’ll think it fiction, but
will always come before mine.
There is no agony equal
to seeing my little siblings in pain,
any fear of mine
than the thought of losing them.
I love you three so much it hurts,
and not a fancy-enough word exists
in the dictionary
to describe how immensely
proud your big brother is of you.
Toast to the Four Locos!
We gold-hearted hard heads,
who on occasion
but never abandon each other.
Angel, Andy, and Alaina—
No matter the court, or sport,
to the best teammates
this space hippie could ever hope for
in the epic
game of life.
Lover Boy in Space
Prompt: Things I can’t tell my siblings
This prompt was given to me by my brother, Angel, three or four years ago, and out of intimidation I let it get buried in my notes, until these past couple weeks. My time has been totally consumed with this prompt this month. It started as one poem, but it was getting long, so I decided to break it up into multiple parts. Here is the first.
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