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Navel Gazing
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Navel Gazing
a tribute to my sister via a description of my Belly Button

it used
to be small
tight, stretched
against muscled abs.
air used to whistle
as it blew past
my belly
button


but now,
unfortunately
the flat river bed blew up
into rolling oceans. The tight button
sunk deep into the fleshy belly like a cave.
like in a black hole, no solid matter can escape.
except for lint, which lies on the belly floor
like artifacts from the sunken Titanic.
too much beer, too many chips,
too much ben and jerry’s
i could drain the pool
but i loathe
sweating


matt out


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