12.27.2003

since i've come home for the past couple of days, i've been going through all the random shit my mom threw in boxes after i moved out. here's a poem i wrote when
i was fifteen.
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i watched the egg
roll through the fridge
and to the floor
where my dog jay
laps it up with his tongue
i don't mind him cleaning up
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it was entitled lazy. which was and always is a good word to describe me.