you wiggled your tooth out before it was time and you spat
like drinkin’ kool-aid
you will die

you walked up your quiet hometown streets to see some dead
deer hangin’ gutted in a garage
you will die

you forget the names of those three generations back
whose lives of strugglin’ made you possible
you will die

you see the eyes of your lover in your firstborn
your shirt fulla her throwin’ up
you are alive

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