Newly Instated Only Child

I don’t know how much Corpses can hear, But if you’re hearing, Some things must be made clear After this first year. You’re an idiot. And I love you. You’re a genius. And I’m jealous. I miss you and forget you like you often forgot me. Would you say “proud” on graduation day? Would you lecture me in cap and gown? Would we hold each other when our mother gets lowered down? I don’t know how much We’d have got along— If you would join me To sing old folks’ songs. But at least then, Brother, You wouldn’t be gone I don’t know how much We’d bicker away But at least, dear David, We said “I love you” On Valentine’s Day.