Frogs

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I remember frogs --
feeding them, caring for them
pressing that spot on
the base of their spines...

Small frogs, caught by the creek
cupped for a moment, captive, fluttering
released
open-hand.

Huge store-bought bullfrogs
kept in shaded back-of-garage aquariums.

I don't remember naming them.
But I do remember
holding them close
looking down

their slimy skin
soaking up
against my shirt

and it wasn't gross at all.

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February 16, 2005

Itto Ogami

the most delicious frogs’ legs my french colleague and i ever ate were in a restaurant near angkor wat, cambodia. frogs were everywhere to be found, including yummy ones on the plate. appetizing and not gross at all.
“If a frog had wings, it wouldn’t bump its ass so much.”
—Robert Altman
wouldn’t end up on the plate as much, either.

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