you know ?

Broccoli and Cheese

Was my favorite

And my brothers

Not the broccoli

Just the mac

N cheese with

Cut up hot dogs,

They were charred

Mama couldn’t

Ever cook them just

right,

And fed to his

Dog named

Ernie which he did

Have a brother

Named Burt from that

One PBS show,

We talked all

Afternoon while that

Lady slept

All afternoon from her

Previous night of

Prescribed medication,

She bought on

Her own but

It’s okay,

And wine and

Something called vodka,

Ernie may not

Speak back but

He likes the broccoli

And us sitting with

Him even if we can’t

Let him inside

Because he is tied to that

Pole behind

His black fence and

The lock

Has no key

Anymore,

So he likes the

Company and I

Think me and my

Brother do too,

Though he is

Itchy and dusty

When I pet

His matted

Fur,

At least he smells

Like summer,

I love him

Even if my brother

Had to bury him

Last summer,

Next to that

Pole that he

Spent his whole

Life of

Summer with.