from The Depression 

My brother & I have so many shared memories: calling out snake when we saw a snake, calling out car when we saw a car. There were always beer bottles rolling down cement stairs, old houses with floors creaking, themes bleeding out in red corn syrup. But when the going got tough I could always trust my brother. He’d lie still & hold his breath & wait for me to wake. I’ve always been impressed with horror movie actresses, how they hold the terror for weeks of shooting, screaming & panting in take after take. What I’ve learned from my slight sufferings, though, is that a single beast can lift a thousand hearts. Now my brother lives so far away, & sometimes in the night I get in my car & drive to him & wake him so I can drag him down to the basement & the smell of mold. I am a focus-puller by trade. All I can do is exhale.