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swallow
by Angela Thomasthe moment after i put on my tongue, somewhere
in the middle, so i can't taste it, i want to reach
down my throat, slide through the slime and water
and pull it back out. i've told myself so many times
that this is no way to go. i took it too soon, im pounding
and drinking and reading and cleaning, taking surveys
and hitting the keys all wrong. how long will this high
last? my poems always need a good line revision, im realizing,
and i used to be bitter about that, but not so much any more
because it's not about me venting, it's transforming into an art.
does that make me an artist? i think my nose is infected.
i just got it peirced, downed some smoke to handle
the needle, the gloved hands, the blue sterile cloth
and the glucose tablet that kept me from the floor.
the yellow tab has started it's round of kicking
and work while the orange one still lingers in the shaking
of my fingers. i should have waited to swallow it.
i should have never swallowed it. 04/30/2004 Posted on 04/30/2004
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