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contact Jeremy
contact Ellen
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I use to work at the macaroon factory that
You live down wind from. We would always
Bring macaroons to our celebrations and festival days,
Anxious gobbling animalistic fetishes.
You were trying to get this woman from Freddy’s
to eat macaroons with you but she begged off claiming
they gave her halitosis. My pet fox
slithered against her calves as she
dismounted the bar stool and stood in line
to use the ladies’ room, embarrassed
because she could not stop herself from flirting
with a man whom she found not at all attractive, indeed
repulsive --- wanted to run out of the room and down the sidewalk
perhaps turn right on president street
and left at the Gowanus, maybe
just keep running til she was safe back home in Bay Ridge.
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