No Stirrings

by Solomon, Junior Editorial Assistant

No stirrings

above my loins:

not in my coiled guts,

not in my lucid stomach,

not in my congested heart,

not in my plastic lung,

not in my cracked windpipe,

not in my popcorn brain.


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