I capture my brother in a mayonnaise jar and watch his nervous flutter
125e001>We didn’t believe in cornfields, but followed the rows,
detassling in dirty socks every summer.125e001>
125e002>When listening to music we buried our pockets
over the speakers and smiled into the booming.125e002>
125e003>There are things he tried not to hear.125e003> 125e004>The failing
transmission of my father’s truck125e004>, 125e005>children laughing
at the marks of seizure on his arms125e005>. 125e006>I began pulling teeth
from his brown hair, wondering what a handful might say125e006>.
125e007>One year he said he was October125e007>. 125e008>He painted my thumbs green,
said my eyes had gotten wider125e008> and 125e009>asked if I believed bodies
could come back125e009>. 125e010>I asked from where?125e010> And he just laughed.
I said I don’t like things green. He said it was a joke.
125e011>I said I only have red string125e011>. 125e012>He replied what?
when I didn’t hold his shoulder.125e012> 125e013>I imagined crab apples
taking bloom off the word125e013>, over his head, branching
into tea kettles and lanterns — sudden and fluttering.
125e014>I knew he would never leave town.125e014>