he wants me to be speaking to him, nonstop
about how cute he is
that his shoes are good
that the crumbs on the bottom of his feet
are the cutest crumbs i've ever seen
he wants me to validate
his his pajamas
he wants me to always be giving him more attention
than I want to give
he wants me to never be alone
he wants me to always be there
laughing at his jokes
crying at his trauma
clinging to his side at parties
he tells stories about himself
he watches videos of himself
he is so much himself that i can't
even fit into the conversation
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