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The Termite Report

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The Termite Report

A letter from your mother, thanking
me for a letter I never sent, as
if I had been deliberately mean.

I thought painting everything white
would make me a bride.

:Asbestos found in kitchen wall.

I know the black light can be
used to reveal ghosts because I've
done it in my dreams.

America, the phone remembers, is home.

She paints and repaints--
Amsterdam snow.

The laws regarding disclosure are vague.

I thought about this for awhile,
and did not write back.