Cruel and Unusual
Something’s really not right
with my stomach today.
It’s boiling, bubbling, burping,
squishy like a bladder
that I’m trying not to squeeze,
then squeezing with some
immediacy
because I am in the middle
of class, in fact, of
a series of classes that
stretches interminably
across a sweaty landscape
toward a distant horizon
and I’m in charge of this caravan,
bouncing on this swaying,
gurgling camel’s back,
holding tight with my thighs,
hoping to control an unruly beast.
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