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Gwendolyn Dear

there’s mice in my chest

scampering scurrying

burrowing breasts

they wiggle to nibble

collar and bone

sighting less whitening

it’s frightening alone!

Approximate space

for the mice in my chest

is graveling unraveling

traveling west

they piddle and riddle

muscles and lung

why dear Gwendolyn

didn’t you leave only one?

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© 2016 Tammy Mezera

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