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Self-portrait with parasite
(Cymothoa exigua)

Moira Walsh

For too long, sadness

was the tongue of me,

always said yes.


I usher it out

of my gills

and it’s gone.


My own

meaty no

grows

back.

Moira's poems have appeared in Tiny Spoon, Tiny Seed, the tiny, and elsewhere. You can read more at linktr.ee/moira_walsh

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