blown vision
a sucker
for anything
can’t come back
to haunt her
my mother
(like a genie
rubbing
for no
luck
the arms
of my father’s
electric
chair) is aging
a sucker
for anything
can’t come back
to haunt her
my mother
(like a genie
rubbing
for no
luck
the arms
of my father’s
electric
chair) is aging

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