I talked to my
Autistic brother, tonight,
I’d sent him the other brother’s
Box by mistake, damn it all!

My brother was worried
About the content of his-box-not.
Asked me if his was as full, it wasn’t.
Chex Mix, icky chocolate covered cherries,
He’d thrown away; a deck of Arizona cards, that was
About it, it wasn’t Mom, but it was me.

My mother’s gone, my youngest sister,
Two brothers going, guess I missed ift after
I started another druthers. Raspberry-flavored liquored,
I inhale my mother’s life, and my grandmothers, parenthetically,
Memories I respond to are to ununderstanding, so much, anymore.
I am older than I thought I was, how wierold is that?

I talked to my Autistic
Brother, tonight, not the one,
The other brother, my brothers,
Boxed by mistakes, damn it all!

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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