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Our neighbor's service dog died, her lung collapsed We held her paw whilst she drifted off on the grass My doctor placed her hand on my lung and leaned in How often did your daddy smoke that you flinch when you breathe in A vasectomy at twenty-five You stuck your tongue down my throat To unclog me like I'm the pipes of your home I open a book and hear you read the words A PhD at twenty-nine You locked mouths with your wife on the boat She's a good kisser, you would sometimes text Well, me and her both learned from the best I visit you out of town, your daughter's in the yard Dazed by the Sally Rooney novel You used to read in the back of my car I handed your wife a cigarette, she said she'd quit Then she lit another "last" one while you tucked in the kids A professor by thirty-five Your daughter's in my game theory class She'd ask a question, I'd hear you in her voice Back in the days when I was still your boy I was tenured by thirty-nine She graduated at the top of her class A week after you two passed She screamed your names and I howled them back