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Home by Natalya Anderson

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by Natalya Anderson from ACT, Roosevelt campus
Published in the 2007-2008 WITS Anthology I Once Was Young and Strong

I walk up to a red door with a silver knob, cold to the touch
I open it slowly, as I hold my breath, to find two things plopped on the couch.
One had his legs spread, the other in a ball with a blank look
Come to find out these are my brothers.

I open it slowly, as I hold my breath, to find two things plopped on the couch.
I walk past without a single glance.
Come to find out these are my brothers.
I move quickly to my room and shut my door.

I walk past without a single glance.
I can finally breathe.
I move quickly to my room and shut my door.
Oh no, I have to go to the bathroom.

One has his legs spread, the other in a ball with a blank look
I open it slowly, as I hold my breath, to find two things plopped on the couch.
I walk past without a single glance.
Come to find out these are my brothers.

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