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I do not live in
an apartment down
town
with leather chairs
reeking of smoke
and old
books

I do not live in
a dirty
stinking
rats, you know,
rats, kind of
weekly motel
with yellow ceilings

I do not live in
the country, in an
old
farmhouse
sitting at a lead-base-painted window
or drinking FOLGERS
on my porch

I do not live in
a shack
on the
rez
in
Coeur D' lane
Idaho

I live in a neighborhood where
minivans
drive by every so often.