I paint nails in a salon the size of a closet in Copacabana, and I know what everyone on this street did last summer

I sell flowers at 4am and kick things at 6, and only one of those is gentle

My oldest dog hides her pills in the couch and I've found eleven so far, so yes, she is winning

My name is in tiny print on three songs you've sung in the car

I walk runways for a living and trip on my own stairs for free

I sell dead people's coats in the Marais and I've seen Suspiria eleven times

The loser does the dishes for seventeen people, and it has never been me

My aunt put orange zest in the poppy seed filling in 2019, and our family bakery has been at war ever since