by Nikki Bruno
The apocalypse came in
2008 and it smelled like
Tresemmé hairspray. Great
Value coffee burning at the
bottom of the pot.Warm
static from the TV. Mildew
on forgotten laundry. Japanese
Cherry Blossom body spray
Burnt and blistered skin. A dog,
wet. Shaking
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Nikki Bruno is a writer from Los Angeles, kind of. She has buried people and, sometimes, digs them up.
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