what
happened to the boy who
wrapped
his arm
with a band,
then
tapped his vein and shot
heroin
into himself
as we sat around Dana's
basement
listening to the White Album.
his beautiful blue
eyes rolled
back into his head
as he lay down,
while
a wide smile stretched
across his face.
i think his name
was Henry,
the boy up the street
with blonde hair
who showed
me how to throw a curve
ball
at the age of ten.
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