Rick Powell
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11:31:05 pm on February 4, 2010 |
I’m destined to hook up with the young guy who works the kiosk near my flat.
I knew something was up, weeks ago: Because he came to remember what cigarettes I bought; because his hand trembled when he’d give me my change; because he would ask Juan about me;because the other night he rubbed the top of my hand and asked,
“Nos vemos?”
“Si!” I answered at the time, although I knew I wouldn’t be seeing him that night, or morning. He works the night shift and gets off at 7.
Sometimes I’m up at 7 but if I am, I’m beat or too drunk to fuck.
We’ll have to figure something out, won’t we?
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