He was a nice boy.

A good boy.

The kind to play with firetrucks

and dream of adventures in outer

Space.

He kissed a girl at 12.

He went to college at 18.

He got a job in publishing at 32.

And so he was the sort of man

who seemed to live the entirety of life

on the verge of a sneeze.

 

-Anam Sufi

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