Saturday, May 14, 2016

Angelica Fuse- A Poem


Squirm

when I looked
last at 
my arm
there was a small
bump

but the bump
grew larger
a dark shadow
moving inside

tadpole
moving in its
sac

within weeks
it grew to the size
of a strawberry
then an apple

then a small leg
emerged
wiggling in the air

another leg
an arm
a smiling face

I was left with
an open wound
and a sense
of accomplishment.
 
 

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