You don’t have to sit at a table by yourself
And order food that is too expensive because
There’s nothing else, or wait a long time for it to arrive.
You don’t have to sit in this bar by yourself
While your brother and his older friend huddle in the corner,
Talking about something you can’t understand —
Probably sports or something illegal or their latest conquests.
You don’t have to leave the bar and stiff
The bouncer again and remind them that you ordered food.
“I forgot you need a big breakfast,” your brother tells you,
And you believe him because he is your brother
And now is not the time to argue.
You jump out of the car to retrieve your food,
But there are no plastic utensils, so you make do
With edible straws — two to use as chopsticks —
And a dish of mac and cheese too big for breakfast.
. . . no, you don’t have to do all these things,
But you do them anyway because he’s your brother
And you spend so little time together.