Video Tape

I forced myself to watch the tape
Her so-called brother sent of her last Thanksgiving
Our mother never let us film her
But she never scolded him for anything
Like adding his name to her bank accounts
My sister calls
She needs to show me something
She’s really freaking out
Is it a video tape that you can’t rewind in the nick of time
To see the murderer wink at the camera
Making finger guns
Warning all of us real gun
Real gun
He shoved the camera in our faces
He spilled his beer upon our dinner plates
Our mother’s friends thought he’s a riot
Our mother blushes saying he is very sweet
Showed up out of nowhere last January
Our other sister calls us frantically
Saying there’s something you’ve gotta see