It was in a shopping mall
When I was two or three
That my mother and I
Misplaced my asshole brother
And I remember
Calling his name aloud in the parking lot
And in stores
One by one
And I wonder
What would have happened if he never turned up
If our neighbor hadn’t happened across him
In a clothing aisle
I wonder if I’d still think what I think about people
In general
If I hadn’t been told
Everyday
That I was a loser
If we’d just gotten in the car
And driven home
And ignored the empty seat.