It was the day Warren shook the treehouse until it fell
and my dad offered us warm beers from the washing machine
and Warren said yes while I declined.
"But I'm glad you're here,"
as I'd been meaning
to call him,
and sometime later we were sprayed full of machine gun bullets
in the jungle-print bathroom
of an Italian restaurant.
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