he doesn’t have to say it but i know my father thinks i haven’t got
two neurons to rub together
but in all fairness I never have tried to prove to him anything except
how invisible I can be
it’s like I’m not even there
and as I am only there when he sees me he doesn’t have to think about
what I’m like, what I want, what I know.
What am I like? I’m shy, easily sunburnt, nocturnal and impulsive.
What do I want? Some new calligraphy brushes and something exciting to happen.
What do I know?
I don’t know anything about love but I could tell you about the constellations, make maps of the sky, discuss quantum physics with you, recommend some excellent bands as long as you like folk music, and recite most of The Lovesong of Alfred J Prufrock off by heart.
I don’t know anything about love and I don’t think I’ll ever learn
because love is something found in novels and films.
It doesn’t happen in my life. My father doesn’t love anything
and my brother loves wars.
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i don’t know anything [ about love ]
i don’t know anything [ about love ]