In the end, he was not a serious man.
Had been once, he thought.
Had lived a serious life.
He was puffed that a Seneca wise man who lived in
A trailer up near Canandaigua had given him a Seneca name
Until a dealer at the casino translated the name roughly
as “fat guy who sits aimlessly watching the rain.”
It bothered him more than it should have
Because his memories were false or written over.
All his fact checkers were gone-