AN: Obviously, a more recent addition and a much different mood. Enjoy!

Dirty Harry

Harry

(You know my cousin Harry the freak)

Keeps on saying

we don't get him

You don't understand me, he says to mum

over hot coffee and oatmeal that is lumpy and has no taste

no brown sugar

and dried pieces of grapefruit

you don't know me he says

Well so I may not know him know him

Like I do the back corners of Westway Alley and

Like I know up and around Sarah Cleelvans' legs

But I do know something Harry

And I think sometimes you wanna think

I don't know anything at all.

I know Harry

I know that you

Got a nosebleed really bad

In grade three

and the teacher wouldn't let you go to the nurse

I laughed like her

And everyone else

But god it was pathetic

to see you

mess up the words on your paper with blood

I mean were you really in my family

I know that

Harry

I know that once you wouldn't come out of the loo

you were crying

(I might have hit you

but I don't remember)

anyway I told you

Stay in there forever

and you cried harder

and I felt something

but I wasn't sure

if it was

bad or good

You came home smelling of trash once

And Dad was angry

I knew Harry that you

Had to rescue your dripping textbooks

From the trashcans because Someone

misplaced them

You didn't cry

when you were really little

Isn't it funny how I remember that

Chewed up lips and messed up front tires

You were the reason

For the accident that caused Susan Escot

To lose three of her teeth

(at least that's what I told them)

and you never ever even knew why you were

in trouble

But Harry

Maybe you forgot

that you

don't know me

like you think

I mean

Don't you get that I'd need twenty hands

to count the fat jokes you make

on a weekly basis

You think I used magic

to make myself this way?

You're

funny

So you see

you can't deny

that I know (something).