Avalon's name is haunting me
the road home
the shitty corner bakery
(named after the road home)
her body...
she's still sleeping on my fold-out couch
tipping ash all over the front porch
dangling her smooth legs over the rotting wooden rails
cleaning up the bathroom vanity to a perfect polished white
I'd have her back, though
if her hands were clasping those small, expensive cylinders
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