Listening to every heart
Jake always did have a way
of sneaking into Konrad’s thoughts,
never content that they were brothers,
always in denial
that they shared the same parents,
as Jake was that much better looking,
not necessarily wiser
always wanting to battle the male
they had to call dad,
drunkard that he was.
Nausea was wearing thin as the sun
grew overhead into a hot ball
of Jake’s recalled contempt,
how he had flamed at Konrad
after the rescue.
As hot as the flames from that tired,
worn-down truck wrapped around the tree
the flames from Jake’s ire had scalded
then the flames that had raked over their dad,
but Konrad persevered
the ambulance had been called
the man they called dad
and nothing changed.
A behind-the-eyeball lance
scored its target, and Konrad fell to the bed
after having searched the
rented room for a stray
and as the migraine began in earnest,
thinking that the flame behind
could incinerate the certificate
if he could only pull it out.
The decision to reveal
the offending document was
still riding the qualms
of his boyhood,
and he deigned to resolve his wavering
by the time he could
sit up again.
[This message has been edited by Sunshine (02-12-2003 10:50 AM).]