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By Evan Schaeffer

I was the older brother
nine to his seven
Since our bickering
was constant
I’m not surprised, now,
that I can’t recall a precipitating cause
for that Sunday morning
sometime after eggs and bacon
but before church
when he picked up dad’s hammer
and, lifting it first above his head,
launched it
at full strength
directly at my face
from a distance of five feet

Seen in one light–
for example, at Thanksgiving dinner,
after the turkey and the wine–
this anecdote can seem almost
comic, and,
if told correctly,
nearly always has the capacity
to make someone laugh

But that’s only because
my brother missed

When I’m alone and
there’s no laughter
I recognize
how different our lives
might be today
had my scrawny brother
had better aim

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