Kenny

Kenny


He comes home from work
and heads straight for the basement
where his bed rests next to
empty beer cans, dirty clothes
and big boxes of my books and stuff.

We never talk
because he’s never home.
I’m never home.
Never’s a weird word,
I want to say neever.

Tuesday night,
he and Jolene and Mom
and I played Jeopardy
and he kicked our asses.
Funny how a kid who
got kicked out of Kent State twice
could be so damned smart.
I like that in a brother.

People say he’s
really funny,
nice and polite,
that he looks like
Adam Sandler
or Ben Affleck
or David Schwimmer.
I think that’s all true.

It’s too bad we
don’t know
each other.