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Dinosaurs


08.28.12 Posted in today's words by

EV Noechel’s poem Louvre Cats appeared here in March 2012.

Dinosaurs
By EV Noechel

Green and black, nearly blinded by the density
of all things alive, the jungle breathes

oxygen into my open lips, wet
with hungry saliva and sumptuous,
Controlling, possessive heat.
The weight of humidity in my lungs,
pushes down on my chest like it’s trying
to start a heart gone still. The night twitches
with electricity and tiny frogs in gumball colors.
Above, iguanas lounge, bored with it all.



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