Brotherstuff: Day 2

To ----

We met back in August, back when

My sundial said "now" twelve times

And I was stubborn like a disease

Our eye contact was entire

as a blood transfusion

And I found a new truth:

There are no only children.

I have never been patient or prophetic

Until I met a boy from Santa Fe

Whose marrow, I'm convinced

Is the same as mine

Nordic colors and watercolor eyes

Antigens I recognize

No spit swab no genealogy

We are composed of the same brotherstuff

Prompt: "Anne Carson is a Canadian poet and essayist known for her contemporary translations of Sappho and other ancient Greek writers. For example, consider this version of Sappho’s Fragment 58, to which Carson has added a modern song-title, enhancing the strange, time-defying quality of the translation. And just as many songs do, the poem directly addresses a person or group – in this case, the Muses. Taking Carson’s translation as an example, we challenge you to write a poem that directly addresses someone, and that includes a made-up word, an odd/unusual simile, a statement of “fact,” and something that seems out of place in time (like a Sonny & Cher song in a poem about a Greek myth)."