everyday

repentant and disgusting

you give up hope

in a way that’s so

rewardingly profound

I wasn’t the schedule

that you found

it was competent the way

our family trees assembled

yours was the famous

old joke that no made up

scorned bar second place

could show up

some wayward orphan flew

into the lives after a mother and son

but the tales followed as did the sun

a dawn that let to painful reunions

when this night bit down

we read out our cards

let the chips fall and

chewed our

revealing indescribable

petty meaningful friend-losing unremember-able  

and twitchy bottom lip

and ended it