Who's Jon

Your god damned uncle 
changed you some 
when you were five more than once. 
Your near-sighted family 
toasting healthy alive. 
Nothing Else. 
Your burning southern shelter 
pushed you north 
to arrive and ignore 
a close friend 
some ecstasy taking off new clothes 
for the truth. 
Who's Jon anyway? 
What does he mean? 
What did you expect me to say? 
Salty bodies of your half-brothers 
born reside behind locked doors.
Fever-pitched, drunk regret, 
holes in your lungs staying alive. 
A lie.