FINALLY, WE GOT RID OF THE DEAD WEIGHT,” MY BROTHER POSTED

to make room for the one who only looked the part—

and they found out, too late,

that the dead weight had been the engine all along.

I drove away in the rain without a tear.

Because I finally understood

the only home I’d ever really had

was the one I could build

at a drafting table,

with my own two hands,

in a room where no one

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