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Lexington Poetry Month



a gnat crawled up from the sewer

only to land on me

(me, sunburned in the tub)


I guess he was surveying

the landscape, the first gnat ever

to lay foot on the soft moon of my stomach


but then I lost track of him somewhere

between the birthmark by my belly button

and the tombstone tattooed on my breast


can you imagine being born

just to live and die crawling 

all over someone else

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