your bad news, your latest
trouble,
how you broke a nail,
your plumbing
issues,
and street parking.
don't tell me about
the price of eggs
and milk,
or how taxes are
killing you.
how your parakeet
keeled over
when you blew him
a kiss.
leave your crying towel
at home.
i know the world
is long gone
and i know you know
that i'll remember all
of this
and put it into a poem.
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