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Sport 33: Spring 2005

ii. underzcover

ii. underzcover

Ask anyone: the fingers bear terrifying marks
you can't remove by touching the tips

to the stove. We knew this as kids,
back when we were masters of disguise.

In winter, wearing gloves, we were burglars,
holding cigarettes to our lips like we had been captured.

Interrogated, we knew how to lie.
'I don't know where I've been. I can't remember

who we were with.' Crying out sometimes
'Whose hand is that?'