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not that he ever read them, but

he
kept copies
of books by Blaise Cendrars

(he had two)

on
the table
next to where he
sat and drank his beer.

when he
brought women home,
he liked it when they’d pick them up

and
almost always ask:

you
read these?
god, you must be smart as hell.

and
he’d just smile
and let them think
whatever it was they were gonna think,

because
it didn’t really matter…

not
to him
or the girls
and certainly not
to Blaise Cendrars.