11.19.2024

Hawk Tuah

There are few

who've ever called me

Billy, even as a kid.


It's Bill, it's Will, it's William

if I'm in trouble.


I'd always been

misinterpreted

unworthy 

of that familiar -y


until almost four decades

into this mess.


Maybe now some see

what no one else did.

Maybe this mirror's

too dusty


but a pat on the arm

and a brotherly "Billy"

persuades me to spit

that bullet

back out.


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