by Francine DuBois
so her brother's joined this punk band
and she's just wishing it would end.
they're calling themselves the neon furs,
and she's picturing the psychedelic furs
in hot pink faux fur. it's not pretty.
she always wanted a brother who was a
concert pianist, or an nuclear physicist.
she wanted a brother who would be something.
she was the black sheep of the family, dammit,
not him. she was the bad one.
but now he's in a band and he's singing songs like
"militant nobody" and "revenge of the no ones,"
not even "symphony no. 2 for the disconcerted."
if he only understood that now she'd have to be the favorite.
Francine's Version -- Hezekiah's Version -- Inspiration
it was a role she was uncomfortable in, and one she never
expected to play. she sighed and starting reading milton.
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