I have absolutely no inkling

of what I shall say to Father.

That I am going at all

still flabbergasts me.

My brother and I make

the same winding trek as before.

My stomach is full of butterflies

when we reach the prison.

My brother has been smiling silently,

like he’s a freaking weirdo.

It is the same as last time,

we are buzzed in and frisked,

the same ageist jokes are made.

This is all hard to believe,

but something buried inside me

knows this is right.


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