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Jimmy’s Dad Had to Snag a Ride
Those voicemails
are melanomas upon the day,
yet to be classified
as malignant or benign.
The car caught fire in the driveway.
It was a total loss,
but luckily the house didn’t burn.
So that’s why the bus this morning,
the dark-circled eyes,
eau de gasoline,
phone buzzing,
haunted,
lurching into uncertainty.
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