Siblings

When we were kids

It didn’t matter that we don’t share blood

Your red boom box blared Chris Brown’s Exclusive album

Wall to Wall playing 

as we sat cross legged on your wooden bedroom floor

You quizzed me on the characters

Holding up their plastic figurines:

Mace Windu has the purple lightsaber

Maybe that’s why eight years later

I watched all of the Star Wars movies back to back

And why I still don’t understand the plots

Or enjoy the franchise, despite my time investment.