for s.i.m.
one day
they brought home
a big, wiggly baby boy.
...and the chubby cheeked goon
had the nerve to take over.
i had been
usurped.
he bored me for awhile
but before i knew it
he could walk and talk.
then, wrestling was fun.
so was making him cry.
...but that was my sole privilege.
anyone else who tried
got the evil eye.
more time passes
and i come to appreciate
the sweetness in baby brothers
grown into young men.
who knew
an occurrence so annoying
could turn out to be
a blessing.
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