Sunday, March 1, 2015


Even in the early pictures, my brother 
sitting in the stroller, 
just a chubby bowl of cream, 
you can tell our father isn't satisfied. 
Already there's an inward drooping 
in the baby’s eyes 
that mirrors the slump in our father’s face 
looking past the child toward something 
deep and awful that left its marks on him.  
There's nothing displeasing about this baby 
boy but his father’s disesteem ages 
that child, takes over his life.....
poor health hunts him down
like a demon in the woods and then
devours him. 
But my brother cleaves to my love, 
at times thin as an exclamation mark 
but not loving him is just too hard 
for me to swallow.