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Teddy & Alvin & the be-pimpled Giant

Alvin was wiry  prison-wiry  how would i have known this

at 9?  there is a leftover danger about some people  a smell

mustyripe   +deadeyed

 

Father brought him home from the racetrack   how did he

miss that?  Alvin slept in our basement  +could easily have

murdered our family    or molested me

 

 

i was often alone with him  as he pumped iron  halfnaked

did you have such visitors  at 9?  then there was Teddy  an

older man  without teeth  quite sweet  he lived in the stalls

 

 

nuzzled up against steaming horses  he had the dignity of

a FisherKing   always smiling  +threadbare   i visited often in

said basement  left oreos  cold brisket  +the Diary of Anne Frank

 

you see Ted was quite lonely  he whispered sweet nothings as

i sat on his knee  english not his first language  all nods+arcane

handsignals    a munchkin vibe for sure

 

 

then there was the ravine  pure magic  with giants  a dead

grandfather  +one matricidal child maniac  now serving life

in the asylum next door    Jerry can you hear me?

 

the Giant lived in a burned-out shack  ungainly+pimpled  quite

Quasimodo  he visited me often  in the weewee hours  my screams

piercing suburban nights    oh he was a taskmaster alright!

swore me to secrecy

no doubt you had

Giant visitations

too

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Winter  2025  …

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