A voice in heels welcomes you with the answer.
The je ne sais quoi of close encounters, yes?
Driving through a drive-thru, you tick off ways to improve
now that you've pruned tricks from your bag
under the watchful eye of the neighborhood watch.
You can't wait to unpack the layers,
especially the earworms of vacant storefronts
featured in mock-u-mentaries.
You cameo as a walk-on in a portraiture class
thinking This is where I will find myself.
The odds appear in an email after months on the Most Wanted.
Why are the plates at the Culinary Institute so large?
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