• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 06
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The Bear

I was burning through
countless magnifying glasses,
deerstalker hats, smoking pipes,

rubber gloves, notepads,
miniature pencils, my memory,
plastic evidence bags, fine toothcombs,

searching for paw prints

before realising
the bear was living
on my right shoulder;

making me steal honey,
urging me to show my teeth,
weighing me down.