Harrison
And God, if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was a Kennedy,
with how he dressed, by which he spoke, in the way that he walked:
handsome, and destined for incontestable greatness—
and when you looked at him you couldn’t help but wonder if, he too,
much like the others,
were cursed for all eternity.
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Oooo, I love the characterization here!! Harrison intrigues me…
great poem :). god, dressed, spoke, handsome, Kennedy…. cursed. nah, I don’t trust nothin’ either Whitney.
Love that first line, and like the ending