For Patrick

For my big brother's birthday, I thought to write him a poem. As I post this, I'm reminded of a New Yorker cartoon, in which Shakespeare is sitting with a very unenthusiastic-looking woman. The caption reads, "Gee thanks, another sonnet." 

For Patrick

That time at the pool party
some mean kid held me
under the water
on purpose,
I was scared,
when you grabbed me,
swiftly pulled me up
to the air.

I remember
lying on the wet cement,
possibly after being chest-pumped,
at least coughing water,

You saved me.

My big brother,
the alpha sibling,
you’ve always been
looking out for me.

From my first day,
on earth
I’ve adored you.
But as my
actual hero

I still revere you.

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