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My Sunday morning floor:
fingernail bits and hairs,

plus dead skin, sex toys
and other such detritus,

lie in a mass. With no one
to rub off, or to rub me

up the right way,
I sometimes feel a little rubbish.

Agile ang-moh, quacky kwai-lo, newschool & Liverpool, Irish & published, pager & stager loved by Ted Hughes & Attila, out there & out here – like Lawrence Pettener‘s book, May All Beings Rock!

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