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Imposter
5.01.2000 12:43 PM \| Link	I spent time with her because she let me be an imposter. She drank Cuba Libres and offered me pot and seemed to dress a little more like a witch when we met for sushi. On Thursday night we would play pool and lose quarters in the trivia game at the bar, before pouring our words on the table, ready to be sifted by eager hands. It felt like the kind of nakedness that can only be comfortable in front of a stranger, since she only knew what I looked like in the mirror, when I had put on ripped jeans and a flannel. Later at the late showing of a dubbed film she would pull handfuls of candy from her small purse. We ate Rolos, talking through the whole movie. She liked my words - They made sense with hers. On Valentine's Day we read together for the usual crowd, finishing each others sentences and thoughts. Someone told me we were having sex but I never saw underneath those purple dresses. Labels: poetry


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