In the Neighborhood


No one likes the empty bottles

piled up outside.


Mrs. Kim and Omar shake their heads

and point


as if I’d miss something

while cleaning up—


they say he usually sits on the stoop

and calls for me; even now,


though he’s three weeks dead,

my older brother, outside


the house, his coffee cup

filled with gin, they know it.

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