bald tires 
she still runs 
after 11 years 

dad’s Chevy Bel Air
beauty as she sits
turtle would win the race

washing dishes
the chipped teacup
still my favorite

ketchup stains  
ball still comes off my
cleats just the same 

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bottom quarter champion

old dresser
the squeaky drawer
holds my memories

dad’s glass ash tray
cracked now holds
my memories and loose change

old book barn
smell of old bindings
comforting my soul

patchwork quilt
worn to rags
smells like grammie’s house

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CHAMPION

BOTTOM half champion

home alone
a small house
feels huge

room so big 
I am the largest 
attitude 

you call them demons
I call them friends
the only ones who ever stayed

money is gone 
everyone around is 
too 

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bottom quarter champion

morning 
I walk to my bed 
at 6am 

5am
before the world wakes
she answers to no one

carving the turkey
one place setting
my compliments to me

alone at last
I dance around the house
in my underwear