Monday, October 24, 2016

Autobiography no. 24

There were turkey leftovers from Thanksgiving and I took them from the refrigerator
and heaped white and dark meat onto the plate then piled cheese and gravy on top.
As I reached toward the plate to microwave it, my hand slipped
and the Corelle plate fell to the tile and shattered.

I was overwhelmed by fear of punishment and when my mother came to investigate the noise
I blamed my younger brother though he had only been standing nearby talking to me.
We were young but I shall not ever forget the way he looked at me as I accused him
and let him protest in vain, frozen by my injustice,
frozen by my fear of the eventual anger of my father.

I knew then that I was destined to be among the worst of men,
more evil than even Judas Iscariot- for Judas only betrayed a god
but I had betrayed my brother.

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