there is a clause in our lease regarding the property and its chattels.
there was one chattel. a cactus in a terracotta pot. a faded ribbon about its rim. it has been knocked about, hated, used as an ashtray, never watered. yet still it lives. i think i will use it as a christmas tree.
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hay girl martian, i get the shivers from what you say here, the legs like wide scissors. you make me shiver. when you come can i borrow story of the eye?
i wish i could 'yes' but the boy just had it on loan from el libros. but i'll bring back your swallow, my sparrow x
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