they are blood

your siblings are
troubled.
some with drink and
women, or married men,
others
with religion
tying them into
happy knots.
giddy to the point
of being oblivious
to the real world.
money comes and goes
so easily.
they reach out with
forks and knives.
giving little jabs
when the moment
arrives.
you feel adopted
at times, or found
in a basket on the porch.
you all look somewhat
alike, but you
don't fit. you
don't get the things
they do.
the deviousness,
the greed,
the anger and petty
quarrels.
you always finish
talking about them
by saying, but
hey they're my brothers
and sisters.
they are blood.
I love them, which
makes you question
exactly what love is.