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Dogs 2017

MY NIPPLES ITCH
(11/29/17)

the sensation
spreads a bit more
each passing
year

this desiccation

this drying
of dying

slowly becoming
the corpse
that I shall
soon enough
be completely

a minor
irritation
that seeks
to dominate
the majority
my body

one day
no amount
of ointment

no surfeit
of scratching

will alleviate
this peripheral
distress

the only
relief
will come
from the soothing
nails
of death