Arsenic Lobster poetry journal
Issue Eighteen
Winter 2008
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Kasey Kasa

He performs a vivisection with silverware every time he smiles,
preserves my hopes in formaldehyde. He bathes my heart

in Vegas neon, squeezes until convex pockets
poke out between fisted fingers.

He lets my desire swirl like some mercurial beast
then feeds pieces of me to myself until dusk calls,

then flies away with my fantasies and takes pleasure
in baiting me with small glances that make my pulse quicken

until I bleed out on the table, face down, out of luck
empty of everything, still clinging, still stuck.

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