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Paris Leclaire

MY FIRST POEM

I am lying sideways on a moment

I will feel, feel, feel

until the dark slug sliding

Between my trachea and my esophagus

Isn’t a slug but a water

Creature—or maybe some other

Scaled, amphibious thing. Maybe.

I’m not sure where I’ve seen it

(I know I have):

Not everything feels like something else.





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