brother (6/24/05)

2005-06-27 10:59 p.m.

in order to keep you alive
i smoked your cigarettes

i hid your valuables,
your obvious traits,
your enduring vision,
in my back pockets.

we were born with our hands
bent over, making bridges
be born, again
be born, again

with thick black smells to ring around
the corners of your nose, the
tangles of your mouth
be born, again
be born, again

forgive me if i forced you, now, to live.