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celebrity

Fellow bank drive-through patron
in your brown Chevy Celebrity
with the bumper sticker that says
"Eve was framed"
and the black lab puppy with the studded collar
sitting on your lap,

I wonder how much cash you're getting
and why, and I wonder whether that
puppy whimpers at night until you pick it up
and let it nuzzle your purple hair.

I don't know you, but I know
that your name is not Jackie
or Heather.
I know that it's got to be Ginevra
(and nobody EVER calls you Jenny),
that you have a tattoo hidden somewhere
and a secret hidden somewhere deeper
and I'd like to maybe find one of them.

Your cash and your puppy are ready to go
and you turn left, despite the sign.
I will wonder whether I wanted to
be with you
or just
be you

but I'm turning right.

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