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May 2013
there’s a sound at the base of my skull today
it goes beekbeekbeek
and then my shoulder goes numb
with fingers tapping out a rhythm I can’t control
or decide
if i am
as they crawl up my arm and across my chest
poking away at my cheeks
digging around inside
pulling out teeth
memorizing
© Jene'e Patitucci
Jene'e Patitucci
Written by
Jene'e Patitucci  california
(california)   
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   Grace and Timothy Brown
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