Concrete Poetry
   of Modern Love

   I   met  Andy the  first  day of  college. He    was   the  funniest,  strongest   and   most  outgoing  person at   school.  The
   kind
    of  guy    an only child
  like me
 would     want  as a  brother.  He
    rushed   into    my   room after  Thanksgiving  break,    produced    a notepad   scribbled
   with  boxes  and  arrows   and   said,  “I    told my
  mom    about  you.  We’re  related!”  (My
   grandfather’s   first cousin   had married  Andy’s    great-aunt.) It’s    hard  to   tell  family
   about sex,    love   or  money,  so  I
   tell    Andy   —   as  a   friend.   It’s   hard to tell a  friend
 you love
    him,    so     I    tell Andy —  as family.   — Matthew   Morchower