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May 2014
filled with salt
my cuticles sting
my lungs compressed
between tatami mats
and I slosh in bed,
back and forth in
a warm, viscous mud
my skin tingles with
dewy sweat.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
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   Megan Grace
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