Higher than the minivan you slept
a winter in, American Legion
parking zone, siphoning fuel for warmth,
however not a lot better. Cinder-block
condo constructing on Homestead,
a pair miles from mother’s. Acquired in
by way of the window. Waded by way of
the cans and bedding. Left it open
for the odor. Tried to not look
on the stain. Tried to be respectful
like in a museum. Stood so lengthy
in entrance of your dresser, my brother
touched my elbow. The whole lot
we contact, you touched. Your socks.
Your coat. The money in your pockets.
The cellophane from a recent pack.
Zippo with a carving of a whale,
proud ship within the distance.