Ramone came over to listen to his father tell him about me.
That was the record playing in his head.
I could hear the needle hiss and skip and spit.
Ramone came by to remember what his father said about me.
That’s what caused his pupils to ink.
The sissy in me refused to cut his throat.
Ramone came into my room to express
Doubts about what his father said about me.
That’s the static.
I was an afterthought.