"United", a poem by Rosemerry Trommer


Photo by Samantha Gades on Unsplash


Over thirty years later


I still return to the night


when my brother and I


stood in the kitchen and argued


the merits of Grape Nuts,


versus Cap’n Crunch.


Potassium, potassium, potassium.


I still hear him chanting


the one nutrient his cereal


had more of than mine.


Breakfast was the least


of our differences,


but it taught us to laugh


as we disagreed


so that later, when the stakes


were higher—


presidential elections


and gun laws—


we could argue till I cried,


then snuggle on the couch.


Though we seldom agree,


though we will forever cancel each other’s votes,


though I will never eat Cap’n Crunch,


I’ll sit with him as he eats it,


laughing, shaking my head,


grateful he teaches me so much


about how I am not.


He will celebrate me and buy me


any damn cereal I want.


Though we disagree about almost everything


except how much we love each other—


we are two threads in a civilization


that would try to makes us believe


we couldn’t be one cloth—


but we are, woven tight, we are.