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Yellow discolorations faded down the siding,
The shingles of the roof were pasted with dark stains,
and a garden

with weeds gnarled in and out of the prickly old bushes.

 

Upon entering the household, there would be some shirtless teenage boy, who reeked of body odor and vodka. 

Sometimes he was a member of the household,
sometimes he was just a neighborhood kid,
who came over merely for the benefit of a lack of parents.

They would take the pizza,

without leaving so much as a small tip.
Then they would swagger away
and shout “YO WE GOT IT” to their friends

through mouthfulls of cheese and pepperoni.

 

On rare occasions, she would open the door,

She would usually leave a tip

and with a sad smile, take the pizza.

Once she batted her eyes and invited me to stay. 
We flirted for a while,

and right when I thought I would get my day’s earnings,

 

she asked me to leave.




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