My brother entered the seminary at 14, hungry for faith.
He came home wounded in ways we could see but not understand.

Always angry.

He lifted weights nightly,
until with bulging muscles he shoved his fist through a window
attempting to close it.

Something at least a surgeon could fix.

Margie Nairn is a retired nurse and emerging writer in Corvallis, Oregon, where she writes memoir, poetry, and silly limericks for her daughter.