i didn't believe at first,
i had no reason to.
my brother killed himself because kids called him a "faggot".
he cried out to god in his sleep,
"why am i gay?"
he demanded.
and then one wednesday night,
he took the pistol that dad always hid under the kitchen sink
and took a bullet to the brain.
if god was real,
and angels did exist and sing in people's dreams,
why did they let my brother die?
