no one tastes like me
big puff of smoke
i came home eleven and a half months ago
the giddy scent of mildew
a famous woman was using my butterfly towel
i put my sister's quilt out on the clothesline
i had a new job as a bookkeeper
and my cat got her head run over
i would listen to these songs while driving
towel draped across the driver's seat
famous isn't the word
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