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my son ain’t here
my son can’t hear
my son ain’t here

she tells me
“you’re a little bit stupid
and a lot a bit careless
with what you love”

I don’t believe that for a second
I wasn’t listening anyway
I think I misquoted
it probably went different

she said
“you’re not stupid and
you care too much for the
the the things you love”

that sounds closer to the truth

honestly
she never spoke that much
she never spoke those words
I just chased her around
pretending I was her training
wheels needing to be attached
she didn’t need none
so I was just numb and
careless with what I love
now that’s a joke
please take it that way

we didn’t have a son
but I think we did
I think she has one
now not then but now
and I see her in the grocery store
carrying a cart full of
diapers and formula
I don’t ask
maybe I should ask
but it’s not mine
I’m just a little stupid

I hope she’s doing well
in that small town
with oak trees and wells
that haven’t dried up yet
that town with the one road
and the crowded ABC store
I hope she’s doing well