Me Too

I was six, I think

he was a lanky fourteen year old juvenile

hardly grown despite his rough acne and strong beard

he lived with us

we loved games

when no one was home

he just played different today

no big deal

he was my first, bound by memories

She was a pudgy ten year old

growing faster than a weed

I was thirteen, thereabout

she was my half sister

she was supposed to be my playmate

my escape

keep my demons at bay

it was no big deal

we were each other’s firsts

Bound forever by blood

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