she's 4'11

and about 90 pounds

and i always tell her

she should join the circus

that that's what i'd do

if i was lucky enough

to be a midget


when she's sober

she always says

i wish i had some money

if i had some money

i could get drunk


later she's always drunk

and crying and asking

everyone if they hate

her and - if we're

outside - probably falling down

in some grass


when she's drunk she's sad about boys

when she's sober she's sad about her dad

his words are few,

and cruel


sometimes i try to explain to her

(without making her think i hate her)

that she's not a very good drunk

maybe she shouldn't always be drunk

maybe just sometimes, instead


then she always gives me a look

like i'm crazy

and what i'm saying is crazier

and also in chinese

but not normal chinese

crazy chinese


no, i'm not

very good

with words



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