His hair trimmings
litter the floor like remains
of butchered beasts

Indignance wells up
at obvious instruction,
spurs agitation

Unhealthy concern
over the slight discomfort
scratching at one’s throat

About andrewwhiting

A sentimental and sarcastic poet, lover of language, traveling and nature (not a fan of the Oxford comma).
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