my brother stole my car

Lucas stole my car this morning. we share nearly all utilities— joint supervisory duties of my dog, one shared stick of deodorant and an e-cigarette but i am trapped here now, and my car is nowhere to be found

modern fraternity is strange— it is a mixture of hey loser and meaningful glances of are-you-ok-or-is-your-social-anxiety-besting-you? sharing back and forth the same $34.87 as we take turns buying each other meals, but not being bothered to do the laundry so your brother can have a clean towel— dude just use your fucking shirt

it is the intersection of a talented set of siblings and dear god they are sofuckingunbearable to be around when they are together two products of a shared childhood shouting about Borges y Yo while the rest of the room is too tired or drunk to righteously care

it is the knowledge that our mother raised us with love because i won’t always be here but you will always have each other even when the dark was closing in and getting the same tattoo inked into both our skin praying safe, happy, and healthy, amen