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*Tedious work*
Burke left at Gate 31, Newark to Singapore,
nicorette in shirt pocket, kissing Molly goodbye,
China already there:
gunpowder, printing press, suicide.
*Offensive slang.*
A tee-shirt Burke saw:
SINGAPORE - A FINE
CITY in caps, a dozen crimes
listed on back - spitting gum,
urinating in an elevator,
a stick figure to depict
each one:
fucking up the ass
got life, weed and horse
got death.
*A variation.*
One-piece, black, strap over each shoulder,
wet pot belly pulled from the whirlpool:
leg lifted over ceramic edge, foot propped
on the first of three steps going down.
Burke's long gone, I watched Molly get out,
towel wrapped around waist, fingernail in mouth,
hair bound tight with rubber band,
*A cigarette.*
four and twenty strands of blonde,
long, drenched and frayed at the end,
her eyes fixed hard on smoke
drawn from a white fag.
-- Frank Matagrano
First published in The Exquisite Corpse, Issue 7
