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They pop up before
I can stop --Stop
probing, green, awkward, uncomfortable
little moments sting my nose
make me want to
leave, stay-
my curious legs
too sadistic
to take the cue
so I sit and wait for
the next course of what
my starving limbs shake for and
my throat can't swallow
the result on my face-
anxious to see what happens
wishing it was for someone else


Diane Kaplan

This poem is appearing in the Poetry Journal
Premiere Generation Ink. Volume 1 Number 1

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