green reptile

Poem by Paris LeClaire

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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