A st., gramps chillin' all afternoon with a friend, the dad
of my childhood friend. he had some sort of
what
disease
affected bone structure, however
which stood him at something around four feet
with an unfortunate humpback appearance
he had smiling dark eyes.
I hesitated too often as a child
I grew taller than him eventually,
a kind man w/ whom I was too
shy to ask
grandpa on the porch,
chillin', smokin', chattin'
chillin', smokin', chattin'
a single marble I sneaked
clacked as I rose from my crouch
caught in the act
grandpa smokin',
sayin' somethin'
sayin' somethin'
wrapping
myself in the fuzzy
myself in the fuzzy
comforter
in a cot w/ the AC
never having an answer
to his question
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