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The Death of Fleas


Remembering when nude modeling for sculpture and my flea bite started leaking,
Those dogs next door and the carpet that jumps,
Movement under ones feet ,
Bathtubs to escape to,
Drown them all,

chemical sprayers with 

cancerous names,

then,


Neem out their thirsty existence,
Run I am God,

neem Conquers all,
Oil spill