twenty-seven hunters
scramble along my scalp
twelve or so cold leads;
shadow and rind, infected
follicles
twenty-seven hunters
snagged beneath my
fingernails
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Eagh! And thanks. I enjoyed that. So glad I just got out of the tub before reading; no hunters emerged from my pelt today, just an ant and a probable spider.
ReplyDeletePeter G.