Quick-Sketch

ear a
theory, body
a tear
redacted to a sphere
a trigo-quiz
back to the wall
in an angle caught
trailing your tail
eye to stare
tooth to bare
nose a rose
to wriggle-waggle
wee sac of fear
frozen in the light
suddenly last night
isle on a tile
bane of the world
where is your lair
if not here?

poem by Morgan Michaels
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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