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Name Brands
I'm left with Tupperware,
    the lids skitter inside cabinets
     history marked with tomato sauce,
and Oprah Winfrey at three.

You once brushed your teeth
    while scrubbing the toilet
    that took faith. Fuck it.
Think laundry

not someone to do it with.
    It has been too long
    thin walls making me want to believe
those next door are family.

Love, this house is messy.
Messy as a four year old's cooking project
as random as pollen
as embarrassing as my first period.

You once caught me
a birdie lobbed into the net
a Kleenex just in time
a wrestling match thrown.
 
 
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