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Empty coffee cups, beer cans, underwear on the floor—I was creating a teenage midden, fouling my adult nest.

I look at it, canted dangerously with just a bit of hull still above water

the original song lives on in the parody like a palimpsest, the trace of text remaining on a page that has been erased

wellness an illusory Eden where death is held in permanent abeyance

wellness an illusory Eden where death is held in permanent abeyance