well, I'm 26 now. I had a nice little dinner and a nice little party. I got some nice little presents too. I'm pleased. I'm also resolved. I need to leave this town.
Here's my poem:
THIS IS MY ELECTRIC GUITAR
On the roof
the amplifier comes unplugged
and falls over the side
the way we used to do
stealing your bed-ridden
aunt’s smelly brown couch
about four hundred years old
and falling on it
you used to do flips
I always knew you’d be a stuntman
I was “working” on my album
when you called
and said that you’d flown
off a trick panel in the ground
as the timed explosion went off
in the war movie
but my hearing’s not so good
anymore and I thought you said
your aunt had died and I said
‘you already told me’
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