Museum
Better than the minivan you slept
a winter in, American Legionparking lot, siphoning gas for heat,
but not much better. Cinder-blockapartment building on Homestead,
a couple miles from mom’s. Got inthrough the window. Waded through
the cans and bedding. Left it openfor the smell. Tried not to look
at the stain. Tried to be respectfullike in a museum. Stood so long
in front of your dresser, my brothertouched my elbow. Everything
we touch, you touched. Your socks.Your coat.