You get it everywhere from the dog of the artist

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with the bangs
that fall over you
after the wet redwood
hike when you're all three 
naked and rolling on the fake 
Persian under the curved bay windows 
that look out on the 1972 Santa Cruz of your youth,
and the dog loves him so much, it seems foolproof until days
later in your dorm bed when you feel the itch of poison oak rash spread
over your unsuspecting skin, the message you'll refuse to accept for weeks
even though now it is written all over you in tiny blisters, braille for the lovedumb,
and you'll never hear from him again but you'll still have it everywhere, places the dog was nowhere near.