by Bobbi Lurie
So I took a bath with a lizard.
I may have strange blues, mm hmm, rich bits on the bus.
“Later,” I say to the frisky crickets, verbal cash of the eggnog spa, spot of gum…
“I'm running out of toiletpaper.”
It was time to leave anyway.
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Meg Pokrass' prompt #3
Thank you, Meg.