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Last week for the first time I picked a larva off a sweater in the closet

Since, I’ve been convinced it’s not the only one, there are enough to count, they’ve pushed into my hips slick as your fingers Sunday—

What a woman’s thing to say, wide wet wings under my skin

this, the way to explain hysterical Monday

clawing my side convinced my brown-apple kidney went east and down, the nurse saying I’d have to push so hard to feel organs—

I thought the first line of your story read She was a prop plane wedged between shoulders

I thought what better wings