My brother’s heart echoed
mine in mother’s womb. He curled
behind me, tucked away,
shadow to my flesh.
In that darkness beat
first love, first embrace.
When Jehovah wiggled between us,
he urged me toward life,
but tangled sweet secrets
around my brother’s soul
like a fisherman’s net,
lured it away with the blood of Christ,
heavenly chum.
At my birth, at my heel,
a stagnant sack of blood
and bone dripped into this world,
choking my first breath with grief.
Scott T. Summers is a teacher of English at Wayne Hills High School in Wayne, NJ. His poems have appeared in The Mars Hill Review, SkidrowPenthouse, Stick Your Neck Out, and The Poet's Canvas. He lives in Vernon, NJ with his wife, Laura, and his children, Reanna and Garrett.
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