it could be he's killing himself|
by drowning by hanging
it doesn't matter
you're betraying him
it's our ugliness that gives us hope
as we die
as our children are born deformed we
think at least they're not quite
the same as us
1.this one girl says
'i don't know why he always looks like that
or maybe sad'
i say 'i think it's sad'
she says 'yeah, but why?'
i say 'maybe it's 'cause he's sad'
2.a couple days later
this one woman says
'why can't people just smile? like what is wrong with that guy that he won't smile?'
i say 'maybe it's 'cause he's sad
maybe his life is miserable, or his child just died, or his wife who he truly loves has cancer'
'yeah', she says, 'well he probably can't tell me any kind of sad story i haven't already heard'
'probably not' i say, 'what difference does that make'
3.a long time ago
this one man says
'hey why can't you be more like her? that girl is always smiling
i like that'
'it's 'cause of the fetal alcohol syndrome' i say 'that's why she smiles
it's the same reason she has trouble with any kind of abstract thought
and simple math
it's why her hands are so tiny'
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