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invocation

"I come here,"
she gestured a combination
shrug (not even moving a shoulder,
just that soft raising of the cheekbones -
that humorful resignation glinting in her pupils) and
that twisting of the out-stretched palm-down hand, back and forth
that has come to mean fifty (maybe yes - maybe no) fifty
around her the noise of the bar
cushioning the brittle
clicking pool balls
"pretty often."

and her smile made me

(Perhaps this will conjure her)