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everybody here drives electric cars nobody is surprised when the pediatrician says the kid is a jar of pickled beets with a wig and white blouse a face drawn in sharpie

it’s not true I don’t get out

I do

I go to the mall as it opens

walking with Sheila, Ivan and their dog they keep tucked in their windbreakers

we laugh a lot

hell we carpool now

they don’t mind my chewed nails

or the way I stare at cheap necklaces I tell the salesperson it’s for my niece

I wear it and look at my nostrils in the mirror