Lint (HA 99 Spenserian Stanza)

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I used the toilet paper I preferred
until I couldn’t find it anywhere,
when panic/hoarding mounted to absurd
degrees, amid coronavirus scare.
I bought what roles I found among the rare,
more quilted than I like and with more ply.
Now TP lint pollutes my bathroom air.
I’m dusting more, but worse than that’s when I
don’t notice pocket tissue till I wash-and-dry.

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