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Boketto
83, the summer was long and hot,
there was a Nehi shine
and the smell of that soda pop lip-gloss
From the window where I’d sit
the lawn always needed mowed,
the floors always needed swept,
Supper was never ready;
Mom was still at work, forever
my brother just sat and read,
my friends talked, fucking Nada,
I, far-minded, sat there...polished, tired
no one noticed I was dying to let slip;
it was from Avon — with the taste of it
glossed on those soda pop lips.
there was a Nehi shine
and the smell of that soda pop lip-gloss
From the window where I’d sit
the lawn always needed mowed,
the floors always needed swept,
Supper was never ready;
Mom was still at work, forever
my brother just sat and read,
my friends talked, fucking Nada,
I, far-minded, sat there...polished, tired
no one noticed I was dying to let slip;
it was from Avon — with the taste of it
glossed on those soda pop lips.
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