You've never been in my head and I
didn't ever tell you everything
like why I didn't go to my aunt's funeral or everything
in my house I let him touch or what he said
and when he did
But when I'd see you the next day
for lunch at the deli between our
two houses with the
checkered table and the waiter who likes us,
you'd watch me knock around
the salt and pepper shakers as I
told you what I could
All I remember from when I was a kid
are the things I did
and never the things I thought.
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