Parts & Labor

Frenchman Mullins had a little
hair-cutting place. Summers,

I’d make an odd dollar there
sweeping up. Near to closing, he’d sauce


his utensils in formaldehyde and flop down
in the swivel chair to count


his moldy money, read each bill
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