Two brothers on the couch.
Words bearing us out.
Things like spontaneity.
And how he's so much smarter than me.
The axiomatic things,
logic unspooling in strings,
a declaration at most.
A wayward riposte.
But this is exactly it,
the odd and clunky fit,
difficult to label
but precisely (precisely) stable.
I'm challenged and I fight
(though I'm no longer sure I'm right).
But we know now. We know.
This is the only way to grow.
More give and more take.
More icing, less cake.
