Bathroom needs to be cleaned,
wallpaper's falling off the wall,
a Chinese restaurant without any Chinese, just
little old ageless
you,
and your mother,
and that man you're talking with
in the back, and the one you mention—
something about Harvard and Yale—
it makes me nervous.
I like you, but I don't live
here anymore,
how can I get back
and see you and your droopy eyes again?
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