we stole a bottle
from uncle frank's shed
my cousins and me
knew he couldn't count
would never know it was gone.
one of the cousins
found a pack of viceroys
and one night we went at it
drinking and smoking
a transistor radio blasting away
until first light found us
on our knees in the sand
puking our guts out into the creek.
i am the last of the cousins
and it was me uncle frank
called to his bedside
in his final moments his last breath
gripped my arm with his
claw of a hand and whispered
'you owe me a fuckin' bottle, boy.'
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keith pearson was born and raised in new hampshire and works at a local high school in the math department.
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