brother’s keeper

Evil spreads smooth like cream cheese
on black toasted bagel. God I love that
happy hate stoking away at the chives as they burn
 
This is the tapestry breakfast that we weave
with vibrant sun and the barbecued smoke of shame.

You don't say too much as we both choke back coffee.
wretched eggs covered in tomato blood and the morbid thought
that this might be our last meal together. ever.

This is the way we cover our walls to protect against a long winter,
wrapped  in the warmth of our favorite grief's wrath.

I say nothing much, tap the ice from my wallet and lay down the bills,
fourteen of them fanned out from the center,  defiling our friendship
like misery's green mold on our father's daily bread. I think a prayer,
and know we won't bother to trespass again.