You were the cool neighbor two apartments down – a late
seventies teenaged girl with stick
straight brown hair. I remember the day
your dog Patches was run over by the mailtruck. You cried and cried and cried.
Angels jealously pout in the corners of their clouds when you sing. You were so kind to me when I was nervous and it’s not fair how photogenic you are. I wish the light had been better.
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Victor helped me bus tables at the coffee shop where I worked seventeen years ago. He brought his own towel. His spine bent him forward, his ears made him yell. I think he was homeless. Maybe not.
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You were my best friend Becky’s boyfriend. You were funny and had blond hair. In fourth grade, you moved away to Florida, but first you wrote in my autograph book: Craig Morton NOT of the Denver Broncos.
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