Ned (Written May 28)



With whiskey colored eyes

He stared back at me without

Blinking. He was so tall


He made me feel slight,

Though I am not a small

Man. Finally, I had to turn


Away. He was a good father,

They say, and I have no reason

To think otherwise. He kept


His weakness, as he called it,

Under wraps, except on the rare

Occasion when he felt the need


To make a display of his difference,

And get some strong reaction,

One way or the other. He hated


Himself and tried everything

To break the habit. And yet,

All dressed up, he had his pride.

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