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mien.
Medusa Me
Kim Przybysz
Medusa me, I smell like sand
and stomach acid.
Look me in my bloodshot eyes.
My brain is heavy,
A stone in my skull.
When he tells me
I don’t have a drinking problem,
my skin, green, goes milky.
Serpents fall, revealing
the architecture
of my skull,
the ancient curves.
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