My Brother and Sister
1 min readJul 1, 2020
A poem
We gathered to bury you.
dearest
Have you died too soon?
What does that matter?
You died.
I am guarded.
my brother and sister
standing watch
on either side, each clasping
my chapped hands.
Aspiring novelist and amateur poet and op-ed writer on gay/queer/GSM topics. CA —> MN —> ? Stick around if I haven’t bored you yet.