Tuesday Morning
Hunching, hunching little boy hiding pebbles in the attic - treasures nobody would want - later he would bring notes written in a language no one could ever read and leave them there, tribute - later still he would learn others, far away, had done things much the same as he - proof he felt of his own prowess - clearly he was always magic
Fast hot words led to a fist in the nose - down he went like a sack of potatoes off a wagon - fuss and flurry and no more school - every unpleasantry meant a faint, soft bed, comforting coos - that lesson learned quickly - consequences unexpected; who would pay for a man grown out of a boy like that - he sets the fainting aside, embracing the will and neurosis as his stock in trade
Fast hot words led to a fist in the nose - down he went like a sack of potatoes off a wagon - fuss and flurry and no more school - every unpleasantry meant a faint, soft bed, comforting coos - that lesson learned quickly - consequences unexpected; who would pay for a man grown out of a boy like that - he sets the fainting aside, embracing the will and neurosis as his stock in trade