one stuffed cat - part 3

3 years before he pulled the trigger

he came into our room one night

i was crying on the top bunk

my brother had told me about ghosts.

through the annoyance of a 3am organic alarm, he told me convincingly;

"they aren't, but if ghosts were real, why would they ever hurt such a good girl?"

i propped you on my chest after he closed the door

and i swear you agreed with him.

you remember that, don't you?