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hem didn't believe it either


by Gary Percesepe


if you were to ask me now

what I remember from those days

 

i would tell you without hesitation

it was the way she looked at me

 

how she looked at me in a way that

I could not tell whether she was

 

really seeing out of her own eyes

(there was in her a deep reticence)

 

though I told myself then that those

eyes of hers would look on long after

 

everyone else's

eyes had stopped looking—

 

a romantic notion i'd gotten

from hemingway

 

who didn't believe it either

 

 

she looked

as though there were

nothing on earth she would rather

 

look at than me

but there was fear behind

her eyes

 

she was very drunk

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