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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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