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Bodega

Miranda comes home
Steps on veranda
Txt from best friend Montana
But that’s not her cellular
No, that is her lover’s

Ask: How does my love have Montana’s cell?
She’s running to Kinkos
Making hard copies of nudeinmirror
Of hardonveranda
She’s tearing up photos to tear up his body

Like pins in voodoo
Part of the whole
She’s tearing up photos
Shot telephoto
Left his profile defiled on side of the road