SHOWING MY AGE
Lily the pink
was playing over the wireless
"She invented a medicinal compound "
I watched the cigarette ash burn down the
long lit fuse.
Martini announced a sparkle of laughter.
It would be another seventeen years before
I would see her face again
for the last time
sitting on a bench
in the winter sun
under Brooklyn Bridge.
She lived on the second floor two blocks down.
Her apartment door
seven dead locks barred from the America
she adored.
Avie.
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