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Red/Green Colorblind Madness

Jennifer L. Knox

Whoa there, Stretch. Hands
off—the madness stays right
where I left it
, Pokey warned,
holding a purple gun on me.
See it’s a philosophy, really—
a conscious choice to be this way—
though it’s costed me dearly…

It’s rabies, you dolt—you’re
drooling all over the place,

I said, feeling the spider’s egg
buried in the hump on my head
jump. Soon it would hatch
and its scorching righteousness
would pour forth like lava.

Jennifer L. Knox

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