Brother

Steam from hot rice and essays for college

Not enough money so I’ll stay in town

I’ll sleep on the floor and pile up the laundry

I tried to keep track but I keep losing count

I will fight off infection, watch commercials on silent

For work injury lawsuits, turn cash into gold

My handwriting’s starting to lean like my mother’s

You know from some angles, you look just like our dad

Sunbleached vhs tapes melt the machine but

One side’s still working so we keep it around

Count in exit signs and clover leaves

All semblances of luck, we’ll blow it up,

The tough get going knowing they’ll fuck it up