I hated you Legless Billy,
and the way your prairie family and fiancée looked at me, that flat stillness of the plains reaching to the horizon from every window and across the dining room table, when I described how you saved my life. We all hated you, Billy, sitting there in your gleaming wheelchair and spotted bib. It's only now, in midnight calls from mid-life that I hear in your voice how we are bound to that screaming red flare lighting all we will never again own. |
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