Hunting Accident

mottled skin or not

skin that looked sick

or not

I thought he was beautiful

and ache

doesn't even begin

thoughts both tender

and hard

quick short stories

a together life

that I'd put onto the screen

of my Commodore 64

and read

never save

delete delete delete

right after the

drip drip drip

tears

other stuff

fairly friendly

with an intelligence

he thought made him lose face

and he knew I could see

those smarts

and it smarted him that

I could see

and I couldn't be seen

seeing

his ankle and calf

a history class focal point

that lower leg

telling of his entire body

somehow

a football body

a man's body

couldn't be spotted

spotting

or I'd have been

a spot on the concrete

in the courtyard

a queer smeared

so I kept my eyes low

kept my eyes on the ankle

and the text on my screen

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