She plucked a Lucky planted in his breast pocket.
“Light me,” she said,
leaning close to cradle the flame
and brush a suggestion on his hands.
His feet weren’t even turned to her-
he swiveled at the hip.
At least she could drag that cigarette to her lips,
Suck its smoke on her tongue.
She chased that fact with
A swallow of scotch.
She wanted to make sure
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