shit we are on the last episode of six feet under
and it's sad like finishing a novel only worse.
i was remembering this nice boy named jimmy welsh
who was everyone's crush
who was the son of an undertaker
who lived two blocks from me in the part of town i never went
who loved ska music
whose dad had a hearse
but i wasn't curious about any of that, or not yet,
being lost in fantasy
and now i remember him being a little bit like claire
and wonder if he went to art school or anything like that.
it must be like saying your dad is the grim reeper.
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