cousins
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I look at him
And he looks back at me
And I know we remember
I know we are both thinking of that time
Different pages
Same plot
The old queen-sized boxspring creaks
as one of the three children sleeping on it repositions.
Cousins.
A creaking somewhat different
than the wooden door with chipping white paint
Cousins
Crimson Blood Bond
I, the loyal follower
You, the monarch
Following In
The black high heels you made me buy
By Joseph Abelardo Conaty
My cousins are really cool
They do very well in school
My cousins are the best cousins ever
Give up they will never
My cousins show persistence
Hey, remember the days,
Food displays and September birthdays,
Serving paper noodles and meatball mâchés?
Our creations were unparalleled,
Unmatched, nonpareil.
"Damn, what a fam,"
I say to myself
As I admire our picture on the shelf
Ask anyone of us
We'll tell you that we're the best
I am from white baking flower,
From Tide and crayons
I am from the cool green grass in the backyard
Soaking in the morning dew.
I am from the lilac bushes lining the yard,
I’m marrying my cousin.
People cringe when they hear the news
Some even gape at me and once
Someone made a sound like a cat does before it coughs up a hairball
He’s never around for long
But always there when needed.
Whistling the same song
He triumphs, forever undefeated.
A heavy soul
Dressed in all black.
Always wearing the same leather jacket,
