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Short wooden posts impale pink and graying flamingos in every other yard.
A lone baby alligator floats in a neighbor’s pristine pool.
Medication dries my mouth. Hours of yelling tighten my throat.
I, nude, run from her neighbors’ closed door to closed door.
I leap over precision trimmed hedges and abandoned tricycles and fading garden gnomes.
I bang on their locked doors until their double and triple wides shake.

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