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The only time I ever saw The Boy sleeping on the back porch it was an unseasonably warm mid-January afternoon. The flower under his ear/head was already there — I staged the rest as he slept. Just as the camera's auto-focus beeped to let me know it was ready to shoot, his eyes opened and I clicked as fast as I could before he raised his head. (2004)
It's been six months since I rushed into the bathroom to find Chauncey limp and dead on the floor. I yelled for Candy ("Candy! Chauncey's dead!" "WHAT?!?" "He just died.") and she started crying and screaming, begging for it to not be true that her boy was gone.
We stayed up all nite with him.
And we're still saying goodbye.
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