I miss the ego goo of youth

hot peaches in a bowl   so yielding

I felt tender toward my tick

that plushy bug who stuck and sucked

the cold place on my neck

who filled up on what filled me    without shame

The doctor tweezed him off

I said   No no   this creature’s

mined the cyst of me for food

how can we yank him   from his only host

how can we slay the tiny saint

who drains me of the sorrow of myself?

Kathleen Radigan is a poet and cartoonist with work featured or forthcoming in The New Yorker, The Sun, the Boston Globe, and The Rumpus, among other publications. Her chapbook The Frustrated Ones is available through Finishing Line Press. She often posts doodles to her instagram: @kathradical.

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