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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