like a bible,
he
kept
a copy of
Truman Capote’s
IN COLD BLOOD
on the table next to the bed.
he
hadn’t
read it in years.
that
story of
the senseless murder
of 4 people on a hot Kansas night.
on
nights
when he
thought of it,
he’d touch the cover
with his fingers, and he’d think.

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