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by Emily Aldana
I talked, today,
In all capital letters
And my cat, Oreo,
Mowed despondently
And I thought there was
A spider on my leg
I want a tape recorder
So I can record things I think
Like when I thought,
There should be mini dolphins
And Darren said
It was a good idea
It was your birthday
I got you a bitchin present
You stopped calling me
And never said “thanks”
I finally hate you enough
To fuck you.