summer lonesome lives in the sweat behind my knees
in the constant shifting in bed at night
bug bites that leave leopard bruises
the dregs of warm beer
ketchup stains on your favorite shirt
a constant lack of stars
second place
sometimes third
our cat that wont let me touch him
the husk of a dead housefly hanging impossibly from one limb in my closet for days
the broken toilet seat
the six books I've started
too much make-up
and never enough money
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