Uncle Walt
He sits in the corner,
a sweaty-toothed madman,
my uncle.
Dirty, unkempt,
his bright eyes peek from
a face of gray hair.
His braying laugh
attracts undue attention.
"You're my favorite," he whispers,
breath hot and alcoholic
in my virgin ear.
As he tells me his tales,
his roaming hands
clutch me close.
