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(introduction) Under the Seville Orange Tree (and the road it took to get here)

Figured out she’s consumed with jealousy

and rage because I’m a writer and finally writing.

And it’s not about her

It’s about me

She can’t do that

Not after all sixty years

The capable perfect smart

seven year older sister.

That just didn’t sit right

Not after all these years

having me here

Within easy reach

When she ran out of people

To boss around

But it’s not about

She was was once a storyteller too

But once she let someone read one

And saw it was no longer

All about her

And she can’t do that..

Not now

Not then

Maybe never

I don’t know

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Looking back, I think it all began when I met Luis

And was happy for a while

She was out of the country then

Sitting on another tropical beach

Have a world away

Saw it on Facebook

Watched as I told you

I’m not really sure

But I just might

Have a ✨BOYFRIEND✨

and she found out on that beach

Thousands of miles

Too far away

Little seven year younger brother

Is slipping away

Right through her capable fingers

Oh no.

It’s not about me?

It’s not about her

Again…

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She never clean up after me

Never had to

Few sharp words

One dirty look

Get out little bother

Go.

And a couple hours

Silent treatment

Maybe two days

Five max

No problem

This will take care of that little issue

Lickety split

Nothing ever happened

All better now…

It’s about her

Once again

All better now.

It’s all about her

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So there she was on that beach

Unable, for the first time in sixty years

Thousands of miles away

Unable to witheringly whip

Little brother

back into line

Where he belongs

With one look

A few sharp words

And hours

Maybe days

Of a few well planned

Silence

And stinging

And hurting

And the last

Words

Of withering looks

of pregnant silence

For just enough days

To make it about

Her again

There

That’s that

Nothing ever happened

All better now…

It’s all about her.

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