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Bryan Had a Mustache


 

by Perry Crowe



Bryan had a mustache

You couldn’t call it
well-kempt

Strays at the top
reached
like blooming century plants

Bryan also had nose hairs

A few intrepid souls
reached down
past the nostril edge

to meet the rising
mustachio strays

The follicle embrace
tickled and pestered

Bryan would dramatically
scrunch and un-scrunch
his face

milk the bottom
of his nose
with his thumb and forefinger

grooming
in the strictest sense

Bryan’s sinuses were shot

He had the sniffles
a lot

He had been breathing brown
air for a decade

But there was also
the pot

Bryan had a job

He worked in an office

Bryan would dramatically
scrunch and un-scrunch
his face

milk the bottom
of his nose
with his thumb and forefinger

sniffle

At his desk

In meetings

In the bathroom

His coworkers
would mimic him
behind his back

And laugh about
how much Bryan

Liked to party

One day
in the break room

Frank
from Accounting

caught Bryan
mid-groom

Frank smiled

sniffed twice
and winked

Bryan made a face

You know, man

Bryan didn’t know

You know, man

coke

Oh
No, no, no

Beer and pot for me, man
Beer and pot

Nothing hard

Frank
was disappointed

‘cause he wanted
some coke
 
 
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