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Listen, you are pit-pattering.
A turtle is gurgling in a nearby
pond, his wet shell a sure bet
to trip you.

You’ll need medicine. Your abilities
eroding, an ocean of corrosive
materials crushing, rumbling down
on you. A tumble of crystal,
stale with the wind.

Listen, you are click-clicking, splashing through
life like a trickling nymph washing
old nail polish off your immaculate
fingertips, and grief? Grief is a great
wet whale wailing outside your window
that you’re choosing to ignore.

Alex Skousen is a writer and poet living in Portland, OR.

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