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Jan 2021
‘cause god never answered anyway.
asked if there were any way
anyway
they could make frogs extinct.
i need to tell them, you see,

it’s very urgent.

my best friend has tadpoles
swimming in her chest.
they make her sad and mad and
she’s already kicked open
three windows, trying to
freeze them dead.

she heard frogs can’t survive
through a harsh winter
(some pesky amphibian thing)
and though she prefers the warmth
of a sunshine week,
she lays atop ice.
mountains and mountains of snow.
just to try
and try
and try.

so i called the science hotline
‘cause last night god went and
tied pink ribbons around her
throat, prying her open
to drop tiny tadpoles inside
while she slept.

their voicemail, full,
told me to try again
later.

so i kicked in the fourth window
for her, watched it shatter
to little pink pieces, little
future-tadpoles that are just
future-frogs that are just
future-f uckers.
Alice Kosmicki
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Alice Kosmicki  22/F/United States
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