don't hate your brother tonight in the quiet hours of so much hurt.
no, how could so much hurt be without noise.
they taught the ears to feel pain when such lyrics came crashing down.
don't hate your father in his facedown meeting with vulnerable.
the hate doesn't really intend to get you out of jail when your heart locks up.
my sister is not a shotgun. the holes in the sky are not going to get any wider at our expense.
what the brothers truly love when they explode from so much feeling.
they zigzag across the broken shoulder of the heavens.
all the carnival barkers who promise you the moon
don't run off from your mother.
this soft rain might not want to come back.
tonight, the quiet hours of no more hurt.
all brothers come for you in the misinterpreted evening.
let no one steal your ability to feel.
the holes in our interior sky grow wider at our experience.
the brothers that we all truly love
exploding
inside
so much
feeling.