i was your best friend and we liked to complain about your brother Stuart 

who bossed us    the truth is yours was a family where girls were got and 

boys took the lot    nothing did happen though when you walked into your

family's upstairs bathroom found a guest with his penis pointing outward

except that it was odd and might have been beautiful    i became more 

steel and less myself when you told how your father took off his belt and

whipped you hard upon discovery without listening    i knew that to be the

day the marrow in your bones began the wrong migratory flight    the 

cancer only shoreing up in you one decade later    Stuart cried his eyes 

out at your funeral and your father    his grief was unbuckled