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7/9/22

cryptid in july poetry day 09, the enfield horror

 

a poem about the enfield horror

I’m an armpit leaping
around the woods on three
legs waiting
for police to arrest me
I’m the living
embodiment of coughing
up hairballs and gathering
them into a pile
and jumping
into the hairballs
like dead leaves in fall
and waiting
for someone to come
and lick
your bellybutton while looking up at you

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