I want to be more like my brother,
how he loses himself to trance.
As a child, in the playroom,
I hypnotized him with a bowstring...

he is one of those people
who misses everything...

Feeling well-defended, I tender him the poem
about our father, the one about the night he
stood on a chair. Then my brother, showing...

spring supplement

David's planting in the garden.
I complain
about a bare patch.
"I left it asymmetrical
in your honor."