My brother

They told him, my dad

My son saw your son in Chicago and I thought he was supposed to be in Cleveland

My parents don't know English that well, so

So he left the job in Cleveland and came to Chicago

And he was looking for another job

He said he didn't like the corporate world

So he did find a job in Chicago he left after that, he decided to go back home to Sharon and decided to become a school teacher

At that time there were a lot of jobs in the factories, he could get a job in the factory

He was a teacher then!

Two brothers who practiced pulmonary

The magnolia in full bloom

It's petals dancing all around me

Creating their own world for me to grow in

Beads of sweat on my shoulder, like dew on our sun tea

(Your brother will never see another Christmas)

Clipped grass littering my ankles

Bruised by tar, bitten by bark

Time moving slow as the snapper up the street

I feel that if there's no one to hear these memories, they will cease to exist

As nothing but a dream, this dream

In which we live alone