Crab Lice
with a nod to Emily Dickinson
Crab lice—Crab lice!
I lost my sense—
Crab lice is now
The consequence!
Surrender—all thought—
Of amorous arts—
Start putting lotion
On nether parts!
And change out—the locks—
Ah—I'm free!
At last from a—parasite—
Like thee!
by Gary Mesick
in volume 6 issue 2
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