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Hole

by Madeline Pestolesi

Hunched at the bottom
Of an emotional hole
With snowflakes gathering on the lenses of my glasses
And I wonder
How am I going to get out this time?

I tried attaching tiolet plungers to my hands
And climbing up the sheer walls
Like a cartoon character.

The fall back down
Bruised my ass.
And I wonder
How long am I going to be down here this time?

11/03/2004

Author's Note: Poop on winter.

Posted on 11/04/2004
Copyright © 2025 Madeline Pestolesi

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