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A-Trolling We Will Go

by Anna Ruiz

In the circle of the dark that is night, I awaken.
The sky broods with me, scowling
in a seasick room behind my eyes.
Waves slosh and spill over the embankment
of stone and sand.
The room turns with dragons’ claws.
Do you see Pavlov’s dogs
salivating at the thought?


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