Austin Hummell


The place where his brother couldn’t reach him
was rare and Albuquerque
or some such desert. Out there no phone
towers to fish him in, no fitting room
for superman.  It helped being brothers
that they tried being friends,
that each could hear in the voice of the other
the need to be somewhere else. 
A sound like impatience,
a look like the stupid mouth of a trout 
about to swallow a  fly tied by a man
who can’t find words for his wife. Christ.
A tower is no place to keep a woman
who rolls up her hair to wash your feet.