The Bear - Galway Kinnell
Bleeding bears everywhere. Eating them. Sleeping in them. Drinking their blood. Digesting them. Smelling them. Gross. Why would you do that? It sounds unbearable.
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Ahaha.
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I don't even really know what else to say. I mostly just wrote snarky comments and disgusted sounds and various interjections in the margins of this poem. It's separated into seven parts. Maybe that's significant. Number of divine perfection and all that.
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