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1d
do new yorkers feel like townies
when they land back in manhattan?
do bodegas get fruit flies and trap them in vinegar?
i wonder if they keep up with the rotting

does my voice sound higher on the phone?
i think i would be taller if i hadn’t known you
i think i’d play the guitar and have callused finger tips

freckles are wasted on the sun-shy
so i lie, starfished, in mown grass.
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