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Sep 2019
Nothing to do but clean. Smoke joes. Drink flavored coffee at three. Watch episodes of women in prison. Glide tubed lubrication across my lips. Glance at the clock. It is 5 here. My elbow is dry from leaning on it. I want to say hey, come and read this. I've captured a moment! There is no one here. Dishes are *****. Red bean and rice bowls stink filled with water three days ago. Knives with peanut butter. Cheese wrappers. Loose fallen curls across the sink and in corners. Dead cockroach. A noticeable ring in the tub.
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J Walton  F/Close to the toe, LA
(F/Close to the toe, LA)   
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