By Laura Titzer
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Nausea lurks in my bowels,
tearing old skin from bone,
just enough to be delicious
in tank tops and swim suits.
Metallic catches
in the back of my throat,
tasting limp asparagus
and Mizuna on citrus peels.
Gouged wounds become
collections of bloody teacups,
a reminder of my failure.
Laura Titzer is an avid tea drinker and camping enthusiast who loves to play with her partner, ferrets, and cat. She is a writer, a lover of story, and facilitator of possibilities residing on the Coast Salish lands of Seattle, Washington. Her work has been published in Gastronomica, Invisible City, Pastel Pastoral, Streetcake, Gastropoda, Bureau of Complaints, Kosmos, and is the author of “No Table Too Small”.
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