INVITATION FROM MY BROTHER
Because I was so twisted, I almost killed myself, he writes to me.
Please come to my baptism.
One night he woke up crying and shook until morning. Something
about the devil. As he got older, he started to look like our dead
brother; even his voice could trick me.
When he submerged underwater in the church where he was born, I stood up.
That was my little brother in a bathtub a million years ago, that’s who
I used to wake up in the morning.
His love the glimpse of light under a door of a dark night he won’t get through, but does.
After he came up for air, I never could ask the details of his escape
plan, only if the water was warm and chlorinated, if he felt found.
Julia Anna Morrison is a poet from Alpharetta, Georgia. She has an MFA from the Iowa Writers’ Workshop and her work is forthcoming in Handsome, The Journal and LARB Quarterly Journal. In 2014 she was a finalist for the Nightboat Books Poetry Prize and a Yaddo Residency Fellow.