All These Rooms

i live in the shade

of a maple tree

so that the clouds cannot

find me

so that the sun and it’s

dirty yellow fingers cannot

change me from light to dark to

light again

trying to break down what’s

left of my walls

and steal my buried eyes

if I make my home here

in the leaves of the tree

my father cut down

ten years ago

i won’t change and

time and pain

will never know my name

this is what my brother

must be thinking as his mouth

chases the curves of smoke

across the silver skin of tinfoil

this is how we can be together