Feels Like
Barbed Wire
by John Yelavich
They’re so
very small,
but are a stinging pain;
stuck in a duct’s wall.
peeing is a dire strain.
They burn, they hurt,
if they decide to move.
Too often, they’re inert,
slow to get in the groove.
Never easy to remove,
patience is running out,
you pray you’ll improve
but still full of doubt.
Blasting may be the way,
changing stones to specks.
Hurry, please don’t delay,
and end this horrific hex.
May recovery be brief,
with no agonizing effects;
I long for soothing relief,
and a night of casual sex. |
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