Arsenic Lobster poetry journal
Issue Eighteen
Winter 2008
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Abdomen Almanac
      for my sister
Emily Jern-Miller

Skin gathers itself as a shield. For months a knotty membrane
received my kicks. A horizontal scar became my horizon. You were
discovered years before by a scalpel who's direction was uncharted.
You were retrieved shut-eyed from a jagged wound. Mom says you were
sleeping when they raised you to tears and glare. But I know blade's
angle chainsaw shook. I know yours was twisted rupture. When my
horizon split, it was blooming sunrise. Salty relief. Walls lifted
apart in easy snaps. I paddled across the whole morning to tell you.

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