Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Six 2004 |
In the beginning * Rhonda C Poynter you were born in a teacup you were born out to sea and lived your first year on mangoes and coconuts you were born with a diamond in each little fist I went into labor while selling pencils and apples and we were the darlings of all the newspapers for being brave enough to make it up off the pavement you were born in a cornfield and the corn kept us warm you were born in a mansion on silk sheets you were born out of love you were born out of anger I’ve got millions of words at the ready for those who wonder and ask and say they need to know you lay taking it in and your smile is God in a coldwater flat nothing else even enters this room * first appeared in Start the Car |
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