wet

crouching under a medium umbrella
during a downpour is guaranteed to
wet a few things, mainly your bum
and the clothing there-attached
at least that’s what I did while
poaching for the cat: I was coaxing
her to come out from under the deck
from her dry spot at the back
in the corner and getting a  dry cat
to come into a very wet area
is not the brightest task as the cat
and my wet bum will tell you
the upshot was I got the cat inside
dry, and I got myself off to the movies
wet, and I think the cat won that round.

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word

she said piss
in public
ambiguous
isn’t it

she said she was
pissed off
unambiguous
that part

Her red hair
explains it
better than I could
biguously

if that’s possible

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the backs of my hands

twisted road map of country cow path veins
scrambling around outcrops and fallen trees
finding no way through the trees and jack pine
the tangles of vines and berry-laden debris
running breathing too hard trying too hard
scratched itchy tired thirsty eyes red brimming
wanting an end any end the end

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