Five Brothers

by Penelope Douglas

Because beauty is in the small things and character is in the flaws, and learning that fact can’t be taught or told.

“Touch me.” I rest my forehead to hers. “And kiss me and come to bed in pretty things, or nothing, or my fucking sweatpants, for all I care, because God, you look good in them.” I trail my mouth up her cheek to her temple. “And smile at me when you’re happy, and yell at me when you’re mad, and ride with me on the back of my bike in the rain.” I come back to her eyes. “Drag me to dumb shit like plays and couples’ game nights and stick your tongue in my mouth whenever possible.”

“I just want to love you.” All I can do is whisper. “That, I will do beautifully.”