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Today I choose to be CUNT-tent

Fritz Hamilton

    Today I choose to be CUNT-tent as I awaken paralyzed in my tent/ a bug crawls over my eye & cheek & into my nose/ I’d like to sneeze him out but cannot, even though he tickles. I try to shake my head & move my arms but can’t. I blink my eyes, that I can do. I feel everything. My bowels move, & I mess my pants. It disgusts me. I pee keeping the filth wet. The bug climbs deeper in my nose. Still I can’t sneeze. Terror seizes me, but I can do nothing. I feel my heart attempting to beat itself out my chest. I hope to die, but only my eyelids move. I feel the bug turn & start to move out of my nose. A mosquito pierces my neck & another my ear. I hope I die of fear. Some animal creeps up & explores my body, I suspect with his nose. It doesn’t try to eat me, but I hear its grunting. I want to scream or even laugh but can do nothing. The bug leaves my nose & walks over my lips. I think I hear someone walking. Will he find me? & then what?...He seems to be walking away. But now he’s coming back. I think I hear two of them.
    “Who is she?” a woman asks.
    “How would I know?” a man responds.
    “Should we try to get her to a hospital?”
    “We can’t leave her here in this tent. Help me pick her up.”
    “What if something’s broken?”
    “We’ll be careful.”
    She picks me up by the feet & he by the shoulders. My head aches. I’m glad I can feel. They start to carry me out of there. From somewhere I hear traffic.



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