Semi-Daily Scribbles

Famous, shame us; easily hated, hotly debated: What is more useful, a brother or an umbrella?

Meditate on the umbrella for a minute…we leave them on buses. They walk off toward the train. Leave us standing in the rain. Don't we miss them then? When all is not right. When all has come and gone, and we realize we should have minded our belongings much better? Regardless the weather. Is he a brother when it is fair outside, or is it fair for me to be an only child? Why have you never walked his mile? Blisters on one's soul are not easy to forget. We carry our scars much dearer than we consider our fresh brood, bloodflesh relations. Our pasts seek retaliation. The brother is the umbrella keeping the sky from falling on your head. Ready, steady, breathe your confession to the deathbed:

"I never did forget him. I wish I could take it all back."