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We’re so quiet together it’s almost a bad thing.

This city has spit her out too many times.

We eat in the room cause she won’t go out
I can’t drink in bars.

It’s a lot for her to deal with.

I leave her home most of the day—
Can’t have her tricking Pico Boulevard.

I’ve messed around too, gone off,
she never asks,
I’m so sick of the Daddy spot

She knows, I know she knows, she knows I know,
I don’t give a shit.
Every day we sit around smoking and it’s good.

We rarely speak so I get to thinking,

To function without solid or gas
With body gnarling, mind gnarling,
With either of us.

We trickle,
the years between us are amplified.

She feels best at sundown

& we take walks to the edge of the water
asks me, “why’d we let it get so dirty?”

Sometimes I’m asked if she’s my mother
& they dare take offense when I say yes.