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Ahoy!
By the gates of the walled lung
we stand circled in the dark.
We’ve come through his throat
by ship.
I say What if he hiccups?
I am channeling my grandmom’s fears
of common colds and foreign air.
The women judge me silly.
They say Unsisterly!
Your angst is old, so old.
To prove myself fierce
I run down the danger corridor
of his guts to his intestines.
There are cabbages and acid.
There are meat screams
and a fancy market.
I am relieved to discover
my favorite gourmet yogurt
with full nutrition labeling.
Indulging in a blueberry variety
on the banks of his duodenum
I watch the villi sway.
It’s a scene nearing Monet’s La Rivière
but I am not a visual person.
My mind is full of letters.
I say Help me be a sister.
I mean to say Don’t make me die alone.
Back at the lung
roommates have been chosen.
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Melissa Broder is the author of the novels Death Valley (October 2023), Milkfed, and The Pisces, the essay collection So Sad Today, and five poetry collections, including Superdoom: Selected Poems and Last Sext. She lives in LA. [Photo of the poet by Petra Collins.]
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Claude Monet, La Rivière, 1881
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