Autobiography

When I was a child,

school lunches were a

wilderness of imagined poison.

Sweeping for toxins,

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i'd convince my throat

to close and swell

with false imminence

and be told I was

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much too cautious.

The allergy receded,

the caution remained

bearing capricious judgement.

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And here, I am

strewing roasted shells about

ever-anxious feet.

Captive!

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