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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