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Sister and Brother

By Marissa C. Miller

A boy and his dog
sat on a log
enveloped in warm summer air
“Sister and brother” but without a mother
how could it ever compare

He sat all alone while his sister was home
cooking to feed the other
for daddy was gone to whimper and fawn
over the bed in which laid their mother

“Well fuck.” He said, to the listening few
his dog, the crickets, and ants
“I’ve got football today and I wanted to play,
but how can I when there are already plans?

“Mother can’t die” he thought to himself
while petting the dog at his feet
I’ve been nothing but rotten and often forgotten
her birthdays and love, semi-sweet

He jumped and he turned
a mission to do
a mission of dubious bearings.
he turned and “aha”
his sister, he saw
standing,
not cooking
but staring.

“Seriously though?”
I thought to myself
A limerick from my own fucking brother.
Or is this my brother
who I’m writing about
is it my brother and that one time
We thought our mom was dying
and it was a poignant moment by a tree
but does it make it more poignant
if I rhyme

Or is it about some guy
I saw once in the aisle of a discount craft store
and the overwhelming meaningless-ness of life
my brain doesn’t confuse those people
but what am I even trying to say here
I don’t know
Am I doing this right
am I doing this right?

the thoughts in her head
had her face turning red
and they looked out at the incoming weather.
“mother’s okay and you can go play”
“We’ll figure this out together.”

Marissa C. Miller is a Scranton based writer, actress, singer, and graduate student. She is currently a performer and sometimes writer on the podcast 40 Story Radio Tower.

You can find more of her work at:
https://wealllooklikeassholes.wordpress.com/
https://twitter.com/marissac1273
https://sailed.wordpress.com/
http://40storyradio.com/

 

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Fluoxetine

By Marissa C. Miller

Maria liked the color Yellow
Yellow was the color of the flowers in the grass
and once she took a bouquet inside
an insurmountable look of pride and a fistful of flowers
“well, now, those are just weeds.” Momma said
and Maria wondered how anyone could live in a world
where your whole life you mistook weeds for flowers

Maria got sad once
and momma didn’t understand
momma stroked her little tousled hairs
and sang her sweet rhymes

Five little monkeys jumpin on the bed
one fell off and bumped her head
Momma called the doctor and the doctor said
“Give her a pill, cause she’s sick in the head.”

but Maria laid out in the field of weeds
and stared off into space
the pills made her gaze absently into the clouds
and she didn’t see monkeys, or elephants, or bears
or love or god or anybody
but she could feel the weeds around her
and thought
how could anyone live in a world that mistook flowers for weeds?
Marissa C. Miller is a Scranton based writer, actress, singer, and graduate student. She is currently a performer and sometimes writer on the podcast 40 Story Radio Tower.

Check out more from Marissa:

https://wealllooklikeassholes.wordpress.com/
https://twitter.com/marissac1273
https://twitter.com/tower_40

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