Bear [Poem]

A bear, glaring at my movement,
deciding where to go,
what part of me to eat first;
my mouth feels dry, thirsty,
my heart feels unused, rusty,
and my hands become a ball
and the bear charges —
misses by a margin,
and again again again
and eventually,
it doesn’t miss
and I am crushed
by its killing kiss.

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