Dearest
William,
We
wake filled with thoughts of your legs…. Those ankles, tortured,
splintering and wrapped in basketball sneakers. All night we dream
of a white speck in an infinite field of grass…. rolling….
spinning, turning, careening, shooting between your legs—
We
leave you xmas presents every year; pray for your soul everynight;
but need not fret—god has saved you a special place in his
kingdom!
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