(On finding my brother)
The night noiseswoke me to the memoryof a body on the sidewalk.
Coach boiled my muttonWith vegan spicesWhile puffing through clogged arteriesHis sac of a tummyForces the steam…
It was an appointment to urgent care. That was all it was suppose to be. In and out in a couple hours.
Monday morning, 5:00 a.m. sharp, I was wakened by a mean slap to the body and a stern, clear voice:
Pride tells us we’ve been slighted. That we deserve more or better. Self centeredness assures us, it is all…