Brother

No one knew

his name

to write

the email:

his brother

died.

It was sudden.

Morning.

Tinkering.

Then dead.

The email went out:

“his brother”

“passed”

“thoughts”

“condolences.”

But I know

him.

And his

brother,

Mike.

In The Box

Tail wrapped

‘round tight

pulling in

the whole

of me.

Oh, comfort.

I’ll rest

as snug

as bug

in rug.

For now.

Playa Combate

The clear blue

sea shell shore

moved further

from sight

as the boat rose

and fell violently

in the waves

throwing the sea

against

my wintry skin

peeling it off

replacing it

with a salt coat.