My little brother cuts himself
And I wonder about the scars

Imagine that they are more like
the lines inside the trunk of a fallen tree
An indication of how long he has lived
or how fast he grew

and time is a funny thing now
Because it is easy to forget how old he is
because of how old he looks
and on the inside
who knows

I just think of counting rings
on a fallen tree stump
like a warped record

after the day grows quiet
if I placed a needle to the wood
What song would it play?

Two places at once
Factories and farms
You conquered my city
With aid and with harm

Two places at once
How I wish I could be
Got over the night before
With champagne and herbal tea

Two places at once
Churches and dives
I conquered your city
To my great surprise

Two places at once
How I wish you could be
Right by my side
Not just a memory