he tasted of stale beer
sweet cigars
cheap lipstick
he was part of the throwaway culture
but she had picked him up
placed him in her shopping cart
she wanted to preserve the tack
put intransigence in bronze
she wore polyester proudly
strutted her trophy
throughout smoky lounges
he let himself be captured
she smelled like vanilla
Juicy Fruit gum
and his cigars
she let herself be captured
The Word Rummager 
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