Sonnet for Two BirthdaysThis is the year our mother goes in for test after test,
the year the doctors come out to say her heartbeat is irregular, but not why or what we can do, the year my brother turns fifteen & spends most of his time, like the year before, shooting enemy soldiers & gang leaders from the couch, the year our mother again asks for nothing, for us just to be good, the year my brother demands, over & over the cold October week of our mother's birthday, to be driven to the bookstore. This is the year my brother gives our mom a book, a book full of charts & diagrams, exercise & diet instructions, an impossibly bright red heart on the cover–– a book he tells her to open, now, to read. This is the year his voice changes, telling her to start her homework, promising her he'll check back later, make sure she's good, better.
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