Thursday, September 3, 2015

Stuck



My stomach
feels the way that man’s
in the movie Alien must have
as if something horrid lodged
itself in intestinal track.

Consume frosted Miniwheats,
rest… cramp… wait.          
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  1. KristinOctober 6, 2015 at 5:03 PM

    The poem really gets the feeling of the worst kind of discomfort.

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