Excise Mater

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There's a foreign body in my mouth

--a baby skate likely poached
eel wing fastened to my throat
with a thick cylinder
wider than a half dollar cut out
to impersonate a plump sea scallop
in some Chinese restaurant

Never mind the raw alien look
or the fishmonger fillet feel--
will this tied-up hairpin scar
ever again do the job
a tongue is meant to do?
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