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Nakedness

listen to this poem

She grabbed herself

quicker. Oh wildcats

slowly roaming. Like

hearing another

tongue spoken

for the first time.

Like wild devils

drinking hot sassa-

fras tea & spitting it

out on the inside.
 
 
A power itchin’

slowly yearnin’

not to be shut out.


Lindsay Oberst is a freelance writer, editor, and journalist. This poem, “Nakedness,” is a found poem written from Lamb In His Bosom by Caroline Miller, and is part of a book-length project currently in progress. Find her online at http://lindsayoberst.com and other places.
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