Video Tape - David Bazan

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