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But A Host
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Communication/Poetry But A Host
By Karyn Indursky
I stand not alone,
but with boredom.
It holds my hands
in a firm gasp.
Boredom caresses my skin
in a nail, chalkboard scratching way.
Never will it be left alone
because it's gauged into me.
Like a tapeworm, this boredom
grows frantically within.
It wins as my feeble attempts
are trampled on.
Defeated by my boredom
I am not a being,...
but a host.
