Thin Cover
When I am away, my older brother sleeps
in my bed, he hides under my thin covers.
He no longer goes to school, boys attack him there.
I shut my white door,
and leave him sheltered.
I enter his room. Every book is in order, dusted, inviolate.
I lie in his bed and I pray to the god my father mocks.
I pray until I run out of prayer.
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