An Animate By-product

Each of my hair follicles gained sentience
after my left arm passed through
a cloud of chicken-factory effluvium.

I have sold my house to pay
for body waxing, and still,
every night, I wake to a chorus
of tiny, flesh-muffled “whys.”

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