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December 09, 2005 - 1:01 a.m.
nostalgia all it takes sometimes is a movement small or sweeping an unexpected cliche at the most opportune moment she says good bye and holds out her hand as if she will shake it instead she takes my hand to her lips, kissing the skin above my knuckles, like some movie I've seen before I'm sure and I feel like I'm in it the girl in the movies an audrey or helen similarly moved by gestus and insinuations of formality deference to custom, twisted in the most unlikely action of performance. the meal, consumed and played out with requisite opportunities to lay down careful questions and answers I know i've seen you before. i've read about you. i've read your words and still, you think you're the one winning. we've been closer to truth than this. i have your number the one you don't remember writing down on the inside of your skin so long ago.
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