“B-26  by Ezra Fitz

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B-26

It’s a number.

It’s a song.

It’s a girl.

Smooth.

Pearl joy packed.

Gold falafel,

As through ice.

It’s four-thirty.

Morning with

Phone calls.

It’s deaf mute.

It’s cheap.

A foreign car.

Maybe bingo.

Lucky night?

Something says

It smells bad.