BPR 51 | 2024
Spoons
It hardly seems possible
that I could be so
focused on my own
cards—the grabbing
from the left, passing
to the right—that I would
miss my brother entirely
as he reaches his hand
to the table’s center, takes
one spoon, and then
years later my mother
and my father in silence
collect their spoons until
I am left still searching
for my four of a kind when
I finally look up, the table
has been cleared, and everyone
is holding up a spoon.