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7/7/22

cryptid in july poetry day 07, the van meter visitor

 

a poem about van meter visitor

I fly across the stratosphere

because my go-to strategy when seized

by feelings I don’t want to feel

has always been to throw things


any object in my vicinity

I throw and throw,

and I keep throwing


so now I throw my arms

out like superman

and fly through the night


until my arms start shaking


then it’s arms behind my back

like I’m impersonating a salmon

halfway up a river


and scream inside my brain

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