He really can't swim. But they put him in the middle of problems anyway And expect him to float back up. I don't think they know. He's strong and sturdy as a thoroughbred horse He's got the mind power endurance charisma to win any fucking derby that he so decides. But he really can't swim. So I'm not sure what they thought they were doing. I suppose it was inevitable. I told him to dive right in, head first. And teach himself. "Dive, like the unpredictably talented horse that you are. Dive, horse!" Di vorce. I think his father left them during dinner, one night. He flipped the table or something. That's why there's this stain on his favorite shirt Disdain on his shirt. Maintaining his hurt He told me that wasn't true. That it really wasn't that bad. Not that big of a deal. Nothing worse than the beatings Nothing worse than the ignorant hate on his cultura suramericana Or the ignorant hate on his sexuality Nothing worse than watching his mother violated Nothing worse than fading into the background of a confused society Nothing he couldn't handle. I told him to be smart about it I told him to throw that damned shirt away Bad memories don't need to stick around That's why I left. That's why he drowned.