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Thursday, May 3, 2012
Cocoon
Air breathed in is mostly
his own exhalations.
Sometimes he rocks
or stretches the covers
so taut from head to toe
that an ant could not enter.
This is the vacuum
he prepares for himself
when outside weight
is so heavy it smashes
his guts and leaves him no choice.
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