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Ursa Minor


I gather up my body

like an armful


of water balloons,

give my organelles


a talking to.

Went to the woods


and became

a slick pouchette


for small berries,

saw myself in the belly


of a more supreme



a mother bear.

Matryoshka of bodies


nested, small dogs in

leather bags know what


I mean, know why

I fizzled, became


Rare Earth Metal

once more.


It’s true

I had a standard woman


body but a lil more


Zoë Bodzas