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2022-10-27T15:55:48-07:00January 9th, 2020|Creativity|

Child’s pose

I am folded over
in child’s pose
like a cooked turkey.

My muscles
crunch against
my bones.

I am so much gristle,
it’s hard to believe the art
gets through.

This morning, I am
a flesh-wrapped
machine of cells
and synapses

moonlighting
as a poet.

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