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he rolls down their thighs, and
with the zipper smarting between his teeth,
he lets the paleness of their skin stir the night to pity.
Mr. Gică never styles more than six wives a night.
But what style!
Logarhythmic shells
in all the colors of the rainbow.
Pagodas
in stacks of dreams.
Towers
that see loneliness
through a telescope. 2
The world’s most complicated hairstyles come from Mr. Gică.
The most naked
most pale
most shining
wives of tenors and soccer players
sit at night in the chairs of the clandestine hairdresser.
Around their hair floats the sticky scent
2 cf. “Looking through a Telescope Backwards.”