"JUST IN CASE" 3/30

Sometimes
I wonder why
my dead brother
has a Facebook page.

How the duffel bag of all his clothes
remain zipped up and zipped away, but not
gone entirely. How the deflated
bicycle still remains in the dilapidated garage.

How the metal fence, where my father pushed
my dead brother onto the metal spikes, has now been
replaced with a wood fence now-- too crusted in sea moss.

At night I sense that there are memories in my spine.
Cerebral happenings where I fall asleep in embryo.
Where I cry in embryo.
Where I gaze at the small webbing’s of my
once frog like hands and remember

only a smaller impale on my brothers left cheek. How
the eye had made it out alive.

In Smalltown, USA
I write “JUST IN CASE” on every library book
I can find. It means something. I’m just not sure what. And
sometimes I wonder why
my dead brother
has a Facebook page.

-sonja lynn mata