The Little Brother Now

The Boy who sleeps

in the room next to mine

fondling greasy bike chains

pumping off the wallpaper with

They Might Be Giants

replacing me as the beloved one.

misspelling "certain", fixing zip drives and modems

and He can hold me down

with muscles made of

Boca burgers and Spike coffee

I want to show my

friends His lashed blue eyes

and stylized shoes,

the clever stainless girls who

adore him.

now, He told mom I'm

a ditz

even if my grades are good.

He can hold me down,

now.

Slow Drip

Before I'm gone:

They'll say she is water

With a mind the gurgles and spurts

A tongue that laps up colors eyes that brim with a limitless sky.

But best of all, they'll say,

she is water with fingers that stretch and gush the ideas of the ancient river

and dreams today's puddle

Before I'm gone they'll say I am water the flow of INSPIRATION

being the essence of my self

But for now, I am only the rusty metal of the backyard hose ...

no control over the slow drip