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Writer's pictureBailey Merlin

Poem #10

Hermit Crab Hermetism

There’s something in your sleeping breath that reminds me of a hermit crab gathering its courage to find a home under the smother of another night to skitter along the powdery sand of my skin, managing purchase at last in my dimpled navel; it is my girlish gasp that wakes you into encouragement but not enough bravery to do more than brush against the silken hammering of my heart, never ling- ering long before fleeing to a shell; you seem to have forgotten the ordeal of its outgrowing.

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