Brownian Motion

the last night with my two suitcases
sprawled across the living room floor
their intestines spilling out in
the darkness i looked down the
hall one more time
to see your Picasso-
angled limbs, your head
faceplanted in a pillow with the
room lights still on and

when i see the last photo
of you on my camera roll
you’re standing pretending
to take a business call
with your hair looking like
it’s been through both a
Van de Graaf and a washing
machine and

i know i was never the
best at showing you
how to program or how
to write or how to love
a sister but i’d like
to think that i showed you
a little about how to find
joy in stupid things and

i know you’ll change
and grow and blossom but i
hope through it all you
never forget to take
your daily ration
of absurdity