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Oysters
Boogers in shells
Slimy wads of grey snot
Glistening gobs of gooey guck
Slippery slide down my throat makes me gag
Aphrodisiac my fat ass!
Some things I won't swallow
Squishy, salty
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
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Saturday, May 18, 2013
Fever
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| Fitful Sleep by Carolyn Hampton |
Fever
Drags me under
I see her in your arms
You say, “What you see is not real”
“It’s only in your imagination”
I fall into a fitful sleep
Maybe I was dreaming
I wake; you smile
Fever?
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