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Before he passes the reefers out,
he checks himself in the mirror --
black jacket with the collar pressed,
hair parted,
skin like sand.
When he tore the cuff link on his right,
he lit her cigarette with his left --
knowing that when the hour was late,
she would never let herself be drugged
by a less than perfect hand.


   Published in College Town (Tebot Bach, 2010)