Willene's toss-the-keys-out-the-window walkup.

wet rocks, very dead violets, and succulent b.o.

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Greensleeves low-to-mid.

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sounds of your girlfriend carving duck.

not just dead but not yet alive.

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front-loading my purse, a sow’s ear.

back-ending tipsy topsy sludge.

 

knock it off, demon!

 

collating lemon ginger seltzer in the

anysex watercloset.

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heartbreaking omens. steady-cutting

skid-knee bender.

 

packingtaping the pizzaboxes to the

stairwell windowsills.

we’re tripping and beaming.

 

g'head and call me a prick,

no one's shutting up their curtains.