My brother Tom is 15 months older than me
and way funnier.
This is him,
visiting Nantucket in the winter:
Big Russian Beachnik
(you have to say this in a Russian accent)
Not scary. Not at all.
Visiting the lighthouse where my sister used to live,
her house is long gone,
But maybe the lighthouse is open…
Either Bigfoot or a Yiddish Berserker
The lobster bites back.
I don’t remember what he was saying here,
but it was funny.
Blue eggs to match his eyes.
And a stuffed blue swordfish at the Take-it-or-Leave-it.
He and Tristan share bragging rights.
Biiiiiig pile of scallops, minus the muscle.
His smile is tentative, due to the smell.
A balancing act at Altar Rock.
Toss a penny at Brant Point, Tom.
We want you back.