The
ninny chin
that white hair I saw it first on mum
her chin hair it jumped
locked onto mine
wibbling like a desert woman’s hairchin
nanny goat we used to say
where are the kids where the small
fat bundles all the kids of this ninny
bundled up to walk up the conveyor
feeders into places
I can’t go
but we imprint on them like
clay pots take a thumb
all mine by four
we say
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