behind the one way glass
the perps
can't see you.
they line up the suspects
and have you
take a look.
turn left, they say,
turn right.
they are all nicely
dressed,
attractive women.
each one could be the last
one who broke your
heart.
have the one in the middle,
with the shopping
bag, make a motion
like she's swiping
a credit card.
thet tell her to do so.
okay,
now have the one on the end
hold her head
like she has a headache.
they do that too.
hmmm. tell the second one
from the left to hold
a phone up to her ear
and pretend she's
asking her mother to come
stay for the summer.
geez.
I don't know, I tell the
detective.
it could be none of them,
or it could be
all of them.
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