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by: casey mclerran
After our bath the boy would ask
when would he have black grass
like what I had on my me-me
“when you get big, like your daddy”,
I would tell him
The boy would get dressed and say,
“I am wearing my costume.
I am a man now.”
he proceeds to tell me he is going away
I am not invited
He has lots of work to do
and he needs me to drop him off in
Brazil

The boy drinks small glasses
of water or juice
always in a glass which he climbs to the highest
shelf to reach, if not provided
He calls it his yucky
his imaginary friends are all the
fair-weather friends we know
“I have a gig tonight”, the boy says
“is it far away”, I ask
“not too far”, he says, “I will be out late”
The boy sets up his toddler-sized microphone stand
he finds the perfect chair
one that allows his little feet to keep time
The boy finds his garage spot light
with the pink bulb he wanted for his birthday
and clips it as high as he can reach

“Thank You, Thank You!
My name is Johnny Lee McLerran”, says the boy
“I have been playing this song since before I was born”