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Dogs 2017

WILD HAIRS
(6/4/17)

you'd think
that they'd know
better

but
the gray ones
are always
the worst

unruly
to the extreme
they seem
to rebel against
the notion
of comb
or brush

and those
are just
the agents
of chaos
upon the head

they are
everywhere

always longer

more curly
than the rest

shooting off
in strange
directions

defying
any sense
of hirsute
order

we trim
them

we pluck
them

but they
grow back
seemingly
quicker
than the rest

even more
entangled

we hate
growing older
in such
disarray

we toy
with the idea
of a clean
shave

a total
clean
shave

but imagining
the effort involved
makes us feel
even more
ancient

perhaps mirrors
are our problem

not
old age

meanwhile
we look
for a cap