Monday, May 11, 2009

MARIE, I LIKE YOUR HAIR


She looked in my direction
walked over
-now

"I like--"

"--Two Buds and a Miller."
the guy behind me barked.

She brought them over.
"Marie?--"

"--Can you break a 50? Good."

She took the bill, came back, and counted.

So did he.

I didn't.

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