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2004 Slam SemiFinals Topic: write a poem in which you explore the contents of a bag. The poem should have a subtext of self-analysis, or of character analysis if you're not writing in first person. Free verse, no line limit. Exposed My garbage dropped, the bag just split, displaying parts of my life. Some neighbors passed with a curious toddler and a sniffing, eager hound. It split, that rift, exposing me, a box of light-brown dye, a toothbrush of mashed-in bristles, the coffee grounds a la Starbucks, the broccoli I never cooked, the lettuce all brown and soggy. A bag of potatoes had grown long, brown spidered legs, with a smell horribly rancid. An empty candy wrapper lay on the sidewalk naked, the evidence of my guilt. My bag, it split. The neighbors looked, saw hidden pieces of me. I shredded my mail, ripped off my labels, but still they peered inside. The bag just split, and there I was for all the neighbors to see. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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