A Wild Hair

Once

I grew a hair

upon my

chin

& remembered

& recognized

& recoiled

seeing a mere mammal

Both of us-We know

how these things grow

Us the inconsequential mortal

& all its wild tortious things

That come and grow

Not that

You

or I

should care

about an unruly heir.

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