Hairy Balls
what are light green milkweed seeds called?
hairy balls!
There are three old women at the table.
One spits out her dentures.
We cannot stop laughing.
I am not kidding, one tells us.
I work at an arboretum. Look it up.
We do and we cannot stop laughing.
The guy in the booth behind the other two turns and glares at me.
I am laughing so hard now, I am crying.
They have no idea, and they keep it going and going and going.
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