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Oliver doesn’t want this anymore than I - April 26, 2023

Gary Hunter

the sloppy soap

the endless rinse

of dirt and scum

that annoying spray

shaken from a dog’s misery


500 scissored snips

to hear “nice job”

300 for no comment

at all


and hair hair everywhere

between cushions

on my shorts

in my shorts

under my shorts


I trace a trail of white follicles.

off the sofa down the hall

to the bedroom and

under the bed


at one point on this path

do I really read this

spelled with cut hair

“leeve mee aloone”?


or something not quite

in that order


or in those particularly

misspelled words?

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