Imagine you're wearing a discus-shaped hat on your head.
It is heavy, and hard to balance when you walk.
That might be because, attached the discus by various threads
Are a host of small snapping turtles
Not large enough yet to bite through a two-by-four
As snapping turtles have been known to do
But big enough to take a bite out of your pinkie finger
Or your ear
Or your self-esteem.
One of them is a yet-to-be-paid parking ticket
And one is the stranger you're meeting for drinks late on Thursday
One is the packet that's due in about 30 hours
And one is the ice -- you're late and it stops you from running
One turtle asks, is it winter that makes all the children you know want to hit other children?
Several turtles sound like characters in the novel you're revising
Chattering, chattering
Gnashing their teeth
That's why I'm not posting more.
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