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Thursday, July 07, 2005

Sardines

The way we pack ourselves
so tight together that we can
lick the salt off the dead flesh
pressed against our faces,
our eyes bulging and
jammed up the
back end of the poor fellow
just adjacent – how delicious.

Andrew Venegas
San Jose
SJSU
poetry
Posted by A.Venegas at 10:24 PM
Labels: poetry

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