Now I’m itching

Dammit
Mirror neurons
firing synaptic
electric shocks
Determined to
make me
what I’m
seeing
hearing
imagining
He mentioned “fleas”
and I wrote
Some small ditty
But before
I could hit
the big
blue button
to PUBLISH
give it out
to the world
in all its
flea-bitten
perfection
My scalp started itching
and hasn’t stoppedĀ since
Fleas, dammit!



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