and harder to be you no matter
how much I love you it’s hard
to imagine being someone else
I mean could you be the diabetic
trapped in a scorpion-infested trailer
with your talented adult son
a full-time sign-swinger
yet the refusal to be anyone else
but ourselves is holding us back
the way suicide is annoying
and that we let our families live
like this in squalor no matter
how much we love them
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