Brother

I’d hate to be him.

He doesn’t seem to grow anymore

And it’s just because he can’t admit

That he could be wrong

Sure it’s useful if you’re well informed

But certainty is dangerous

Certainty is tight and thin

Even those familial bonds

Split easily

Under the force of that certain edge

I even cut him off last year

Because it seemed

I’d never be able to reach him

Or open him up to the possibility

Of his own error

But I let him back in

When I came home for break

And after a recent fight

He did something strange

He said sorry

And I’m surprised to say

I’m proud of him