The neighbor's dog rolled about my yard with his belly --
like a newborn for baptism. I had just noticed that my nails grow
to a taper, but most are blunt and broad as a balding head.
The dog had yielded himself to afternoon, his paws sculling the air,
and open. I've never put my trust in a breeze like that.
lightbulbs, with a long and tapered nail, I scrape along my cheekbone.
Now, the dog was a clever dog, and so found the clipping pile and knew
like mohair. Today, molting hair by the handful in the shower, I pulled
I had every intention of saving the hair for thoughtful inspection,
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