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7/4/22

cryptid in july poetry day 04, kaiaimunu

a poem about kaiaimunu

With its wet eyes it singled me out at the Christmas party

It’s head swiveling on its long neck

Like me, it found these people boring


It invited me to where it slept

Hidden from the sun

A dark capsule


It gave me a moderate dose of LSD


I laid on the couch

It put its claws on me

And began kissing my nipples over my shirt


“No, you are my friend”


It cracked open the back door

And poked me out into the night


The sky spat lightly all over me


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