Boy With Thorn

Jesse Nathan
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   Wedged in my plantar fascia’s rivers

of tissue, the tip of a spike from the locust

   tree—some long as a boning knife—whose 

thorn evolved to ward off long gone 

             mammoths, and who’s 

                 yet to realize

              their absence.

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