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by Sophia Macris

I developed my taste for bourbon on the twenty-seventh of June. We were drinking at that bar across the street from your building, someone else was buying the drinks and they were Manhattans, I was intent on tying my cherry stems into knots with my tongue and kept drinking until I'd succeeded. I wore my favorite dress, I was drunk when I got there, I'd walked from South 2nd and Bedford, only once took a wrong turn. You wore your seersucker suit; you were so thin; you smoked Marlboro Lights outside the bar because of the Brits. Come on, skinny love. And you were content to let me walk away.

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Sophia Macris is reading Cavafy, eating figs, and making plans.