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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 canít take it.
We try to shed the slime our skin makes for each other and roll away.
When itís my turn, it makes me replace the black. Wall up the light with mod podge and chocolate....