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| I’ve been expressing myself for a very, very long time now and unnecessarily moot I hear water dripping in the sink. I can’t move. Cats at my feet clean up the plate I put down — licking taking forever. Stuffed animals on a cluttered table, faces cut off, stare blankly, replaced by painted, oven-baked expressions, some kind of art, takes three hours away from overdue schoolwork, with a term nearly ended, one more truant letter to come. Mother at the bar now, after work on Friday, our saving saint, a stalwart, family matron — slides under bar chair. Does not want to act her age among co-workers, and I wonder: how long helium will last, when will Elon Musk move to Mars to get away from us, men deranged with power before the meteor strikes, making this all moot. It seems an eternal drip. Cheers, Mother! from your high school dropout. 3.11.22 |
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