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El Diablo Nuevo Destitute in vintage suit, all pinstripes point downtown. When we're out of cigarettes he walks like a rifle, trigger unstifled, to the full-blooded Amoco- his pockets all sold-out of skunk weed and micro-plaid acid. Among his fine features, no counterfeits: hand lost at cheek, all straight teeth, he is a most beautiful drug addict. When we're caught in the rain, the rain doubles. Way out of town we wade where my dad's creek forks. He accepts all flattery. All day on Saturdays. His every tattoo lavished with it. Swimmer, swimmer, take the sweltering day anonymously under water, to river, to sea. Dictator of naked, narcosis of nitrogen. Pisser in the deep end, tread down the rapture, the whorl of my thrumbprint.
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