Here, But Not Easily Seen

By: Meg Johnson

Somewhere between the I
was a stripper, now I’m
not a stripper narratives
and the scholars so scholarly
they always wear underwear,
I am tucked in like your
grandmother’s 1920’s
lace valentines. Please dig
for me. Your fingers may
cramp, but that’s not what
you’ll remember.

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