The mind is swarmed
with useless
degrees and warm with lazy
sleeping in on facts. Mom’s sick, sicking
by the day. I could feel better but I won’t.
Solidarity the two of us in one boat
that relies on Jack now,
the second born-hope
though I am sneaky and I happen to know
he
sinks
in
vodka
laden with loans I showed how to borrow
from the rent’s headache cabinet. Tomorrow
I will pretend to have forgotten.
He’s halving grapefruits, they disappear
rind - first in the juicer, the metal rotten
with rotten bits. Overhear
him crying & miss him though he is still here.
cdzhouse 