Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Eighteen Winter 2008 |
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Wetsuit Wearing Hot Coal Walker Emily Jern-Miller Your still muscles are maple and smooth as affection. Palms to pillow. Left eyebrow friends with felt. Soon your eardrums will tune to the sea applauding sun's volume. Soon you will be a salt lick. Cuisine of calves. Liquid incisors. From waxy soles you will rise like a thought bubble. Tilt like a translation. Collapsing canopy of syrupy confetti will snag your sugar smile. Hook your hip before you return. Scorched and glowing. |
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