the boy,
Alfred,
the one with the broken tooth,
and shaggy
hair,
always in trouble,
with a perpetual
black eye,
a delinquent from day one,
he liked to throw
rocks
through apartment windows.
come on, he'd say.
pick one up
and on the count
of three
let's throw them
together, then run.
but i said no,
and was already
halfway
down the street,
my ears listening to what
he had done.
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