Wished I'd smashed his face
when I had the chance,
but Australia's epic
had to parachute out of
the end of the end of
this party in Jamaica Plain.
Taquitos cussed,
cull of all,
the thrall of all
those Thriftstore Cowboys
makes for after hours--
and the Glass Slipper girls
especially bake
into the lonely
hangups of laundry. It's morning
and we have "things" here --
garments, laundrettes
and did I say
laundrettes?
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