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Anatomy

A gut for hypervigilance
A nose for your malarkey
Sweet like meat thatís turned
A trigger finger for settling scores
Feet for treading bare soled on cracks
Thumbs for hitching my way back
To some roadside attraction with an easy smile
A tongue for surviving drought
Teeth for leaving my mark under your skin
A head for flushed-face pleasure
A back for pressing against your fur
A mind for reading between your lines

A heart for beating like a war drum

Michelle Stoll

If you have any thoughts on this poem,  Michelle Stoll
would be pleased to hear them.


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