Thursday, November 05, 2009

a frog belly landed
wet with urine
in my only hand

I felt on the edge
of a black hole
about to become destroyed information

I don't know why that afternoon
the frog's life was my own
held at an arm's length and growing closer
all other arms melted by throat-bubble
frog-voice, subtly desperate

my body breaking to bring the belly
towards throat, feeling stomach churning
in little body, now in awful sunlight I remember

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