My song wants to say, I know I haven’t called, say, I’m still angry, but should call. My song is trying to tell my brothers, I’m angry, but not with you, you who last December gave me the gift of a shrug, of saying, That’s great when I told you about the man I love. My song is the way we jumped right back to a brutal round of Uno & I was too bowled over by the two of you to even try saving myself. Or to tell you that my song was, for years, Dad’s Never tell any other family, Mom’s Never tell your brothers.
