A flower. A glass. And Andy Warhol.
And Carrol. I was a child and she was a child.
There is and always was. A little too much dust on that one.
Try something more visual… I always wanted to meet Eddie.
But the older kids wouldn’t let me hang out with them to
wait for him to see if he would come out.
I was thirteen and he was fifteen. The memory I have of Eddie
is about the only memory of the past I have.
He finally came over to my house to visit.
I thought he was cool. And that if he paid attention to me,
that I was cool. He came over to visit because they were moving.
We sat on the desk in our game room and talked.
When they moved he stole a car in Little Rock and ran away.
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