Her stocks are tanking,
the llama’s constipated
and her bra strap broke.
Jill wants to cry but
she just can’t. Something about
Halloween season
gives her energy.
In the kitchen she warms milk
for the llama. Leaves—
brown, yellow, orange—
blow past the kitchen window.
Jill sighs, stirs the milk.
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