blanche dubois,
who they call muffy,
wants me to sell quickly.
come on, she says.
prices have never been this high.
you'll make a killing.
let me handle it.
let me put a sign in the yard.
you don't need to do a thing,
but get out of here.
pack your bags and go.
we can dim the lights on this
mess here.
but go where,
to where, i ask her.
where would i go.
beats me, she says, i don't know.
don't you have friends
in florida?
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