cousin eddie and the president

My cousin Eddie didn’t rise up in the sky
and neither did Jesus. Eddie lived a wounded life, a short life,
like a carrot in the garden, partially eaten by a raccoon.
If his life had been a book
the pages would have been filled with confusion.
There was a pond just beyond sight from my father’s house,
Eddie and I would swim there.
A big turtle watched us …
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