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Life Atop John Krasinski's Head

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Over the phone we exchange pleasantries hey wig he said it has been so very very long

rain fell in my front yard, side yard, back yard trees stood around clapping and some paying others for winning the bet

that I’d call my former head and let a little light bring together years I was just talking about you, he said

we kept the call short saying oh I just wanted to say say say because that was all we needed

and neither of us wanted to afford to reminisce like silly fools the grass grew a couple of inches

I lay on the sofa for a spell and remembered the bright lights on the set and his head would get damp

and sometimes I would shift when his scalp got itchy but that was only in the beginning

as soon as his hair grew a little he didn’t scratch at me I thought about his shaved head running around

when they filmed that football movie and his life began to change his confidence soared out of his skull it was like taking a bath of john

I stopped smelling of myself, new, precise, and took on human qualities my eyes welled up when they started to wrap the season

you would never know I can do everything, last night was chicken Cacciatore and wine and my girlfriend and a Ficus that I keep clean how no dust

graces its leaves, and the books I leave below the tree are biodegradable because some things like me live on

in fascination, and so I am, faithfully, forever a wig in fascination, the heights of love are like fame and fortune, only higher

high as high can get, oh, my dears, Krishna Krishna Krishna

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