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POETRY


Joan Papalia Eisert



stickly whimpering
legs of hope
hobble 'cross my eyeballs
clutching 'round the wetness
ready to stumble
my words don't smile
maybe less gravity here
would loosen the puppeteer's
strings that cut
the corners of my mouth

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