Do you want me to stay?
Don’t ask me that now
when I just want to throw the
remote in your face.
I snap it out of his hands.
Give it back,
he says
with eyes as dark as mine
as he tries to grab it from me.
Try me.
I have an older brother.
I know how to fight.
Be careful, he says
It is going to brake.
No I say with grinding teeth
and let my instincts run free.
And we fight
until we are both on the floor
and I throw the remote control
over the bed.
We can both
hear the sound of it breaking.
My Maddy Travel 