The Pits
I rub under my arms there where
the heat attracted some giant
octopus to suckle
while I slept
I rise and rinse away
the tender
flakes the mouthparts left
I dust
with sprinkle powder something
anti-fungal then I try
to stay awake with fear against
the long and hungry
ribboned-maw
that monster called
the heat wave
look here oh it
slouches up the
drive
alive
we hide with
no success
reassure each other it will leave
seek succour cross the chest
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