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I watched him naked to the river from which he would not return
    thin-skinned at the deli counter demanding a salad
       bellowing through an asbestos television
         trying the left end of the keyboard
                 while hovering over the right,
   a painted haircut, waffle shoes,
 the brutality of summers and winters in the waist-banded belly,
                                                             teeth-mouth of whales, straining,
                                                          where he held a bargain of fizz
                                                              to his stream of, and left by the broken rock