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Like an extinct frog who brought life by opening her mouth,

many froglets bursting out, I brood A quiet storm

at the water’s edge, a bloated cloud, all the roe I’ve swallowed whole

I brood and brood, feeling old Hop in his final state

crying out, I am gall, I am heartburn

Until I feel a blaze unknown

Feel first my lungs deflate, then like a sharpening harp

the stomach acids start to transform

I’m breathing through my skin, as an army grows in full

Will all things return—if I so choose to burp—

in nameless forms?