—SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN BED TODAY

Brethren

 

You and I are

two thin threads 

pale reeds

twins in a way 

all that 

thirsty lust and

substance abuse

we share

cutthroat but dry

as brethren

or solemn prayer

swallowed whole

inside a hollow glass 

that leaks but 

never drips.

Who would have thought 

we’d be the ones 

to bury each other

without even leaving 

a note behind 

without ever 

bothering to utter

the word Help?