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The Notes We Left
the acrid smell of burning plastic
from the faulty wire in the fridge
was mostly gone when we came back
to pack up whatever we could move
in my corolla and my father’s kia sedona
the landlord had left an angry note
on the door and piss
on the toilet seat
we packed pots pans the printer
clothes whatever
we knew we would need
the fridge had started to smell
of hot coolant
and we didn’t open it
knowing there were rotten eggs inside
on the front my spouse wrote in sharpie