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Friday, October 7, 2011

Poem 356: Dog Hair

It's floating everywhere
this dog hair.
In the air around me laughing
and rolling on the floor.
It's in the food and on the table
stacked up in large balls
and now its sticking to me
covering me 
and coating me in hair.

There's dog hair everywhere.
When I open up my mouth to breathe
it settles in.
I want to sneeze, but can't:
the dog hair is too thick.
I swallow 
and now it's in my stomach.
(A gift of extra fiber.)
I'm covered out and in
in dog hair.

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