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All of the Above

I used to shampoo with a bar of Ivory every morning.

The lighter with the black panther with a yellow-green

snake wrapped around it is acting up.  A “talented and

versatile” Bay Area actress dies after “an accidental

plunge from a fire escape.”  I plan to read aplenty.

Tonight alone I’ve finished three books.  Bat latté.

Just no oomph.  I haven’t tried the red stuff yet.

Ready for a shower, though.  Is it because I had

lunch with Jamine at Pakwan’s today?  Or sweets

on Sunday?  Or the donut before Otto’s dinner

last night?  Because now I have so much more

muscle from running.  And waiting for a text

from Row.  Who knows, etc.?  I just don’t

like it.  Starving myself on some guy with

huge, curly, rockstar hair; I’d think he was

a big woman if I didn’t hear his voice on

the other side.  Again, who knows?  Then

there was the woman (deaf?) who kept

not hearing her absurdly loud cellphone

blaring some (equally absurd) tune on the table.