- By Vassilis Zambaras
- Published 05/3/2002
- MaverickMagazine 6/7
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Rating:
Unrated

I knew who Thomas Alva was by heart;
he was always twenty-five, suspended
over my bed like a bat, though
he was really a light bulb.
Thomas must have flickered and died
about twenty-five times before Momma said