messy hotel sheets (and)
i've
acquired a
fondness for ironing,
my hair
and the like (with)
clothing
scattered
here to paris, (oh)
marilyn, where are you now,
he
needs to be
straightened out sincerely
and
no one
lays them flat
like you.
anonymous letters
in my
left handbag,
closing time
until
i get to stay in unknown
places
once again...
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