Do You Have a Brother?

Do you have a brother? I have a little two. Reckless, rioting, ridiculous and rabid. Menaces to the
social order. Zealots of chaos. I spend most of my days cautiously conducting the dance of a
torero, despite the lack of red. Moments of silence bombarded with the boisterous busyings of
adolescent imaginings. The definition of mimicry. One interest becomes three. Am I a Xerox? Apparently, my words are snowballs on a hill. Rolling, speeding, growing.
Accumulating weight. A careless word or two or three could be detrimental to him and he and
me. Before they get off the school bus, I’ll curse like a sailor.