Passed Down

I'm sure you remember the night grandpa died
Meike had come,
and us in our little apartment
Bjorn was speeding into New Mexico with a heading for the map's empty of left Texas
past the pilgrims for South by Southwest
he got me on the phone
i closed the dual doors to the bathroom and stood by the counter whispering
wondering if i should call my mom and crawl into the bathtub
fuck inheritance
damning to flip the river and see a banker looking up at you, while
your brother runs fifteen hours by night to capture a
day with two broken women
he's gonna send that rock face carrying his mother's fresh loss and just
as i've straightened to hear my sentence for negligence
and half human impulse
my mother phones.
she got there before he went.