by Steven Gulvezan

Naked body cold on a table—

“He looks so small—
I thought he was a much bigger man”

“A poseur”

“Pretending he was something he
Never was”

“Still, he had a certain quality—
The way he looked at you sometimes—
A sort of knowing sadness…”

“He knew too much for his own good—
That’s for certain—
He knew what he wasn’t—”

“…Not a normal man…”

“Okay, a misfit, a freak—
But, in death—
Why don’t we just
Let him alone”

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