Burr

everything i own
has been rode
hard and put up wet –
almost, but not yet

entirely broken,
an engine
that needs a belt,
the pink and shiny welt

of a scar on my shoulder
from early skin cancer
caught, then removed
mid-bloom – aggrieved

remainder, sweet-gum burr
caught fast in my fur:
in its snarl of hair
it clings, undeterred

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