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Old yellow wall phone in the kitchen
first time I smoked
a salt-water pool
she leans out the window
almost choked
smell of fries
rotary dial sound like roulette
her lashes caught fire
a dot on the water while we watched
hung clothes with it cradled at her neck
nothing like the first taste
salt and malt vinegar
assenting, rarely saying anything
Marlboro Reds
bus fumes at Port Authority
think it was Helen from next door
yellow stains
kissed her, the band shell
you too, love you
the next day I bummed another
dark ride, Palisades breezes
home

© Chagall 2014