poem – splinter

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splinter

break my own arm to kill a fly. a wasp. an ant. it morphs

into a bee and now i feel bad. taking a pollinator down

with me. i don’t really know what a bee looks like. in

reality the bee is fine. and there is no wasp. i have slapped

myself for no reason. 

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