Non-Erotic PoetryTunnelA small, insistent animal
with very sharp claws digs
in my brain. Steadily digs.
No pile of damp nerves
shows like fresh earth
overturned on my skull,
as it is a clever animal—
quiet and careful. Morale and soul
it slips out, dumps in the yard.
But just rap on the bone
and you'll hear the hollow,
that round, empty echo inside.
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