Corey finds out
he’s Jewish
the other day.
His father
admits it
outright while
his brother,
fuming, stares
red bolts
into the platter
of bratwurst
in the middle of the table
because he was
ashamed
slash
angry
about it.
I always
thought so,
but I’m
glad to know,
Corey tells me.
He’s somehow not
surprised over
the keeping of
his father’s mother’s secret.