On a Thursday in Marion County

On a Thursday in Marion County

The Allis Chalmers sits
rusting in the barn where
I once chased chipmunks
and my little brother
with a pitchfork, speared
him hard in the leg then
spent an evening shifting
my weight from one sore
cheek to another. Tomorrow

Bline and Sons will
auction a heritage and
I will be in a nearby
bar drinking shots with
my brother who will drop
his chinos and show me
his scar. Later we will take
a cab to the hotel and wait,
sleepless, for morning’s
itemized list of our childhood,
complete with prices.