My father shows me his phone
To show me the bird
That’s punching at our lone dead tree
The one that’s crawling with ivy
Don’t look so dead when it’s so green
But it’s 35 years from me to him
To the man who’s got my middle name
In 70 years at most, I hope
I’ll be dead and crawling with ivy
My father shows me his photo
Oh God, he looked just like me
Skinny as hell with a slightly hooked nose
I’m becoming so much like him
When I want to be my own
But it’s 35 years from me to him
To the man who’s got my middle name
In 70 years at most, I hope
I’ll be dead and crawling with ivy
With kids who look just like me
With kids who look just like you
With kids who look like grandpa did
Who act like my momma
With cheeks like my brothers’
With feet like my brother’s
With shit like my brothers’
With shit just like any other’s
credits
from Thirteen,
released October 30, 2020
cole crawford - piano
mark vanlandingham - electric guitar
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