HUGE HUEY
A satellite debacle, like things
falling from the sky. A perfect
jar for a lift of jelly. You turned
over and say, 'How did it get
like this?' - I can't remember
what I said. Somewhere outside
the windows, kids were playing
in the park. That squeak of swings
needing oil, the want of teeters to
totter. Huge Huey just walked away.
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