my brother is poseidon

my brother once told me a little rain is good,
but you are a tsunami in the midst of flood season.

i twisted his mouth into a corkscrew to open a bottle of tears.
he laid out a wide bouquet of cut up draperies & snipped napkins.
we've always been fond of over-celebration.

my favorite cough syrup flavor is kerosene.
i'm not particularly fond of it
but the choke of its sour is all i've ever known.
it tastes as if a strong wind broke the levies on a church wall
and an entire country discovered what it means to let go.

loss is an inevitable pillar of love.
loss is an inevitable pillar of love.
loss is an inevitable pillar of love.

my brother's soft chant echoes
through my finger beds and
i am a flood.

there is a high tide whispering arms are armies
bolstering the wreckage.

my brother is the leader of a scattered search party.
i misplaced the map he drew to help me find myself.