and so this was him
you can't tell from the picture but he was a
lot obtuse, highly judgmental, and as easy
going as the moon on the sea. that contraption
was his joy, we moved it everywhere we went
I moved it more than a girl should ever move
anything so heavy. but he loved it and I loved
him. he never played it very long: took too
much effort to calibrate it and plug in. he kept
it covered - like his life in lies. he had no real
name. at the end he forgot and merged them
all in all he was a good man: the kind we never
forget and try to forgive
