He had bad teeth and liked to eat candy, especially cinnamon red-hots. The way they disappeared, but left you with a devil’s tongue for the rest of the afternoon. He practiced his trick in alleys (tossing his thumb away and snatching it back out of thin air), then came out to bus stops to perform. Everything he ever did he did in Pittsburgh. He is survived by little girls and boys standing in front of mirrors, bending their fingers into submission.
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 17, Issue 2.
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