Admir
is adjusting the blondish bowlcut
atop his perennially pubescent Bosniak visage
in the big mirror
he will not let anyone take his picture
panics when a camera appears
lives under an assumed name
saw beheadings in the street as a child of five
has a bumper sticker to remember Srebrenica
fugee almost all his life
smuggled in an out of half of Europe by shady connections
a Moslem he
will not ear pepperoni
but has changed into his beloved Adidas soccer jersey for
a night of hard drinking
sprays cheap cologne
auf wiedersehen
we tell each other
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