An old man
And a woman…
Growing older
Without anywhere to go
But the bank,
The corn store
The doctors
Like when we were children
Always in the car
Because he’d let us drive...
At ten
But he’d take us to race electric cars
And always lose
So that one of us would win...
My brother or sister or I
For Math or Science or Spanish
But more for her
For himself
Or Us
although she wasn’t there
even when she was
still alive
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