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Spring 2001 - Volume 23, Number 2
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Kissing the Game Goodbye
Jaime was carrying the final box out of her ex-lover's flat,
next door to mine, when we met--just like that,
as if for the first time. But I don't think it was.
Now, we hang out, playing pool with cute waiters,
where everything happens under one bright light,
and there are sharks all around us, circling.
The balls hurtle past pockets on my turn, not stopping
in any predictable spot. Nothing is more eye-opening
than a good mistake, she teases.
I smile. Oh, you thought I didn't mean to do that?
Jaime's eyes gleam when she calls her shot--I sip my Bud
and kiss the game goodbye--coolly, knowing there will be another,
and another. And the guys keep buying our drinks.
If a new one asks, Have we met before?
the answer is a calm before the storm. It's possible.
This is the only thing we can say for sure.
And we say it over and over again,
and continue to be satisfied.
-By Cynthia Saunders
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