This entry is part 7 of 9 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Summer 2016


The fly that lands
on the bare arm

The wasp that drills
venom into the skin

The rubber bullet
or the one for real

That body
or that body

or that body under
the cardboard sign


In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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