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The Death of Ben Tuttle Age Eight
I'm looking at an old photograph
You posed with us in cut-offs
Standing in the sprinkler flexing
Muscles, smile flaring
There was a day swiming over my aunt's house
And the time in the shed, all alone
You got a stomach ache laughing
Over my hard-on
First came the fevor
The doctor visits
Then
The vomiting
The fevers
The cough
The night sweats
The doctor visits
The delusions
The hospital
The ventilator
The death
All in a week, 1978
I shouldn't have teased you so often.
You posed with us in cut-offs
Standing in the sprinkler flexing
Muscles, smile flaring
There was a day swiming over my aunt's house
And the time in the shed, all alone
You got a stomach ache laughing
Over my hard-on
First came the fevor
The doctor visits
Then
The vomiting
The fevers
The cough
The night sweats
The doctor visits
The delusions
The hospital
The ventilator
The death
All in a week, 1978
I shouldn't have teased you so often.
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