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Three Line Lunch: Saving the Centipede

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 103

Saving the Centipede

Instinctive repugnance. The centipede with all its legs swimming
Against slick aluminum, scrambles up side of sink, slips back, struggles, slips.
I chase it round sink with a jar, scoop it up, carry it out to the backyard.