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It went down the back of my throat.

I thought I was going to choke

but somehow I managed to swallow.

I told Sheila and she said it happened

to her. It used to be on her cheek

but it found out she wanted to get it

removed and now it’s somewhere

insider her. She thinks eating carrots

might bring it back to the surface.

She says it thinks we lack the milk

of human kindness. That she’d

leave it in the lurch or at the door

of the church if she could. It says

we’re like that with each other;

why wouldn’t we get rid of a mole.

She thinks as long as it stays on

the inside we can’t boost the signal

or get it out without filling our

lungs and the linings of our

stomachs with bile and methane.

And our brains: not even a helmet

would help with the swelling.