Brother
弟弟从暑假去美国上高中，总觉得许久没见了。
本来就有点闷骚的他很少发微信朋友圈，就是发了也是一些文艺风景照。
但是视讯的时候又觉得他成长了很多，有了担当，知道用功了。
读到Sarah Kay的诗Brother的时候就不禁想到自己弟弟。
上一次我问他“我申请芝加哥的大学好不好，这样就离你比较近”，但是他说“选你喜欢的，适合你的学校就好”，让我鼻头一酸。
就算长得比我高了，脸也不像小时候捏起来那么软了，弟弟还是最可爱，而且最懂我。
Brother
Brother, you jaywalked your way out of the womb. I could recognise you anywhere from the hiccup in your swagger. Tell me, where in the world did you find all that thunder? There have never been any seatbelts on your side of the car. You have always known the better magic tricks. You told me once that I was just the first draft, and I’m inclined to believe you but you came with a lot more pieces to assemble than I did, and mum and dad, they never got the manual.
Your compass always points north, though it’s a bit of a crap shoot as to whether or not you’ll ever walk in that direction. And I like that, it keeps people on their toes. On the merry-go-round of your life the carousel ponies are all narwhals, their horns points straight up. The day they build you a constellation, it will be the entire F-train, spread across the entire galaxy. You will be a satellite that dips in and out of every single party the instant the train comes to a stop, pissing off everybody on the subway platform and kicking up stardust in your wake. You can solve the Law and Order before the first commerical break.
Once, when you were seven, you came into the kitchen and asked mum: “Does my name begin with the letter P because P is the 16th letter of the alphabet and I was born on June 16th and is Sarah just Sarah because S is 19th letter and she was born on the 19th day of June?”
And when mum said no, you nodded your head and left the kitchen mumbling to yourself, “Okay, just salt and pepper then.”
You are my favourite stick of dynamite. You are the opposite of a rubber band. There are so many things I would tell you if you thought that I would listen and so many more that you would tell me if you believed I would understand.
I hope you know that you were never meant to wear this shadow. In fact, I’m the one who always steals your shoes but- is that my sweatshirt you’re wearing? It’s okay, you can keep it, I won’t tell your secret. In fact, it really does look better on you.
- Sarah Kay