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Poem Details
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| Title: | The Arrangement |
| Author: | Lizbeth Green |
| Date Submitted: | 1/1/2017 |
| Email: | meg.lizbeth.green@gmail.com |
| Poem: |
These days I feel sick. My muck usually stays away. It stays busy shucking shiny rainbows off the black husks that lurk around down in my left stomach. I put it to work. I made it my own. You see, we have an arrangement. We take turns controlling the other until one of us just can’t take it. We try to shed the slime our skin makes for each other and roll away. When it’s my turn, it makes me replace the black. Wall up the light with mod podge and chocolate.... |