Today's poem is brought to you by Wheetos cereal, and the Union Of Undervalued Scarecrows.
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Bad Alice
you wouldn't let me leave,
so I suckered on like a loose-limb
flapping in your socket;
soreness spread like a stain, and
you shook me off, itch beneath
your skin;
terse reminder of your voyeur days.
my hair snapped like a brittle wrist
between your forefinger and thumb;
pulled apart, crows picked at the straw.
I fell back, spat-up a claw,
gathered my edges.
watching the harvest,
I sank into a field full of eyes.
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