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Paintings Wrapped in Plastic
Everything saved for one day,some day
In the tiny space she calls home
Stored in boxes
Hope chests
And paintings wrapped in plastic hung on off white walls
Books she’ll read once the sun decides to shine through her window and cast a light upon her dusty couch
Lights dimmed with swarms of electrocuted bugs
Cobwebs in the corners and an armoire full of moth eaten dresses
Her window faces an ally way
The grey concrete often painted red with blood after weekend brawls
Bottles smashing against concrete, against skin, wake her up at night
John Fogherty warns her through her record player that someday never comes and she hopes for her sake he’s wrong
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