A Day at 33 by C.p. Singleton (c) 2013

Squelch.
Every part of me
Makes that noise.
Cooked from
Within and
Without,
Like a boil
In a bag
Chicken.

Drenched in
Salty sweat.

My boots,
Like leather
Baths
Collecting
Running body
Water,
Wrinkle
My feet.
Next:
The chaffing…

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