Move Me Poetry
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Move Me Poetry


a poem.

fuzzy caterpillar crawling on a plant.
Photo by Yoal Desurmont on Unsplash

I feel fuzzy, but
in an uncomfortable way.
A way that feels unlike
the top of my puppy’s head,
unlike the caterpillars
squirming out of my
calloused seven-year-old hands.
Unlike the teddy bear
still on my bed.
Definitely unlike
pancakes that are
nothing like the penguin socks my
feet are clad in year-round.



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Abby Katherine

Abby Katherine

Writer & activist who loves the arts, dogs, literature, the beauty of connection, attention to detail, Taylor Swift, and too many other things to list. (she)