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L.A. Confidential

The green chintz curtains
hide the sunlight,
a half-smoked menthol cigarette
in an overlarge ashtray
gives off its fragrance

from the next room
a snatch of Gershwin
is trying to escape from
the ornate radiogram speaker;

on the floor peering outwards
from a cracked-frame photograph,
the younger version of long-ago
assets tightly wrapped in
a candy colored sweater;

stretched taut across the fake persian rug,
purple stains on a silver silk dressing gown,
contemporary and cold,
the cadaver…

in the doorway,
wide checked lapels heaving,
he writes in his notebook,
” 6 o’clock…Dinner…”