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Hippopotamus - a poem

Updated on January 9, 2014

Something under the skin expands when I am not watching.

An evil spirit balloons, bloats.

I am, I become puffy

Like a still fish, but I am a woman,

housing an evilness that makes skin sick.

I feel it stretch

the awful excess, across abdomen, thighs, butt, chin.

Even fingers, calves and elbows

grow.

Surfacing–the giant hippopotamus

raising its body out of water.

The hippopotamus, raising its body out of water.
The hippopotamus, raising its body out of water.

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