Oh! Brother!
by Judy Eurey

7th grade.

That was the last good year we had together. I shut up about you

after then, and listened to whispers, “stole the car,

gun, running buddy, Post Office, federal crime.”

God! How did I live with the embarrassment?

Well, good riddance—outta my hair—new room.

When your effects came back to us in

a 2 x 3 foot cardboard box, I

expected more for

33 years.

Mother

simply

cried.

I live in Western NC with my husband and two dogs, Winnie and Toby. I have been a practicticing poet for 15 years. Currently I am working on a Mdiv at Asbury Theological Seminary.