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Oct 2015
in his warm white tile grotto
he portions out a silky pool of it in his palm
lathers his graying mane

he watches the bottle’s volume sink
each day, makes a note on his Walmart scroll
reverently etched under “get milk”  

meticulous man, making lists;
he has never had an empty bottle
though once in a weary while,
he pauses to estimate
how many bottles
he will yet use  

this calculation he completes
on warm wet fingers while the water  
hums and steams the air  
and streams through
his thinning hair
spysgrandson
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