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taken in


producing, from a tote bag, a battered pack

of playing cards, placing it between her teeth,

she began to speak while constructing a smoke.

i made neither head nor tail of what she said

(her words, hidden as they were within that deck),

but, like the best of mime or close hand magic,

it was enough

just to be

taken in.

♠ ♣

♥ ♦

The Pupil Dilates.

I asked her, out of the blue, or so it seemed, months later about the cards. I’d never seen her play or even heard mention of them. “Tote bags are useless, you can never find a thing,” she said. But she did.

“I’ve kept them for years.”

When she was at school, Mr. Philips would sometimes end the class with a magic trick. The production of a sweet from an ear, an illusion with a piece of string and the disappearance of a knot, but…

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