Clara's First Love

Billy was born so sinister he had two left hands. His right canine was pocked by cavities and his eyes were the color of rust. When he sang it sounded like a train whistle and his only cologne was gin. He was born in a barn and he never left. He could whistle up a wind and draw down the moon and take the sting from a bee bite. He was my first love and I was his last. The train came and took him. Took him whole by force.