old dog brush
the hillbilly and the scot
conspire inside of me
endeavor to remind me
be happy with what I have
no need to be uppity
some sin this morning
was called to account
and I held the evidence
in my hands - yet another old broken
hair brush (this from my handbag)
now I am left with just the one
the one in my bathroom drawer
the one I use every day before I bathe
the one that hurts like hell
sends metal spikes into my scalp
tearing the knots of my growing
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