when the note was partially read
on-air
we thought
in unison

hell

I could’ve written
that.

by now I’ve done everything I’m innocent of.

that’s either an angel
or it’s your mom
doing a hand stand
in nothing
but white
knee highs.

cloaked in drug use we were not led to believe, the twins
were spared.

though a first born
god doubts
his recollection.

there are two kinds of men.
one is your father
who says

there are two kinds of men in the world.
the man who marks the door
and the back-up
he has to live with.