Dinnertime we sit at the round table
and take hands
and give thanks.
I catch my brother peeking,
one eye opened,
sizing up the cake.
Years and years later
I’ll recall this moment in the hospital,
how he was always where he couldn’t be,
taking his eye off the wheel.
Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington State. His writing appears widely in print and online at such places as PANK Magazine, Anastamoo, The New Flesh and also http://lenkuntz.blogspot.com.