memory turns tales into trails
not by phone or note
making a secret entrance
black and shinny
my skin crawled with fear
a tarantula walked across
the palm of my hand
toads jumped across my feet
and a snake followed the edge
of my walk
friends
when the scorpion moved
across my bathroom floor
i went for a professional
and like another sport
i took the first chance out
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