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Tadpole Martini


There's a lychee nut swimming
in my pink sushi bar martini
and something in its smooth lethargy
reminds me
of the silky plumpness of a bullfrog tadpole
wriggling through my fingers and churning
the leafy mud beneath the water
and I stir
my drink with a tiny straw
set my glass on a dainty napkin
titter flatly at something you've said
and pretend
not to wish I was barefoot on the bank of a stagnant creek
under an indigo summer-night sky
catching things by moonlight
just to let them go


Katie Palazzola

Natural Bridge

Fall 2017


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