| Frank Matagrano |
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| Smoking One More Cigarette with Maggie Menthol between index and middle without a fixed direction for North -- second hand bound for Pittsburgh, a string headlong for Queens, a piece ripped to shreds, vanished, a Virginia Dare above Roanoke -- rising, splitting, God knows we did after tipping the waitress, her lung and black apron deep washed in ground wing, the French braid in her hair composed, calm, an indian summer on its last leg, walking off, Maggie following, stretching the leg first, spine arched, elbow unlocked, head bent down to flattened knee. |
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